but the RV swung out from behind the Jeep, momentum overruling Bexar’s frantic efforts to keep control of the vehicle.
The rest of the windows in the Jeep exploded, shattering while the Jeep fell to its side and began to roll. The RV came off the hitch, and the safety chains keeping it attached to the back of the Jeep pulled the back end of the Jeep in an arch following the heavy trailer’s path. Jessie fell over the front seat and flopped onto the front floorboard of the Jeep. Bexar gripped the steering wheel as hard as he could and watched the horizon spin with each roll. Finally it stopped. Everything stopped into an incredible silence that lasted only a breath before being pierced by Keeley’s screams. Bexar brushed the pieces of broken safety glass off his face before opening his eyes and seeing his wife’s body crumpled on the passenger floorboard. Luckily, the Jeep had landed upright.
“Fuck. Damnit, Jessie, talk to me.” Bexar unlatched his seatbelt and leaned over to check on his wife. Jessie was breathing and her pulse was strong. Bexar took a deep breath and tried to open the driver’s door with no luck. Three hard kicks later, Bexar forced the door open and climbed out of the destroyed Wagoneer. The RV’s safety chains broke and the RV lay in a shattered mess of fiberglass and insulation about one hundred feet from the road in the desert. Keeley continued to scream. Bexar gently brushed the glass off her face while checking the rest of her body for any obvious injuries. He found none. Stealing a glance at Jessie, he could see she was bleeding badly.
Bexar forced himself to take a deep breath and try to think through the next step. To the north he saw a small motel and a road going up the hill. The road to the Terlingua ghost town. Ahead, about a half-dozen undead, attracted by the rifle fire and the incredible wreck, staggered out of the desert and down the hill from Terlingua towards Bexar and his family.
Bexar climbed into the Jeep and dug around the mess of gear for his rifle. The AR-15 was in the back of the Jeep, having been tossed there during the collision. A quick check and it appeared that the rifle was undamaged. Bexar felt dizzy and tried to shoulder his rifle. Unsteady on his feet, Bexar leaned against the crushed hood of the Jeep and took aim at the closest walking corpse. Three shots later, he was able to move on to the next approaching threat. Bexar’s aim was badly shaken and it took a full magazine of .223 to put down all the zombies, but all the threats were resolved for now.
Keeley, still screaming in her car seat, was Bexar’s first priority. Jessie would have to wait, but since she was unconscious, hopefully any more approaching dead wouldn’t notice her. Bexar cut the car seat’s harness and gently pulled his daughter to his shoulder with a hug.
“It’s OK baby, we’re OK. Daddy’s got you and you’re safe.”
Keeley in his arms, Bexar jogged towards the hotel and stopped at the door to the first room he came to. The door was locked. Bexar drew his pistol and kicked in the door, Keeley held tight against his shoulder with his left arm. He was relieved to find that only the smell of stale air and bedding. Bexar made a quick check to make sure there were no surprises under the bed or in the bathroom before he sat Keeley at the foot of the bed.
“I’ve got to get Mommy. I’ll be right back. Try to be quiet. I love you.”
Bexar pulled the broken door closed and hoped it would hold closed. Keeley screamed and banged on the door with her tiny hands. Bexar tried to jog back to the Jeep, tripping several times, still dizzy from the wreck. Reaching the Jeep, he pulled his go-bag from the back seat and placed it on the cracked asphalt before climbing into the front seat to get his wife. Bexar made a fast blood check and found that the blood covering her face was from a deep gash on her head. If the world were still normal they would be headed to the hospital to get
The rest of the windows in the Jeep exploded, shattering while the Jeep fell to its side and began to roll. The RV came off the hitch, and the safety chains keeping it attached to the back of the Jeep pulled the back end of the Jeep in an arch following the heavy trailer’s path. Jessie fell over the front seat and flopped onto the front floorboard of the Jeep. Bexar gripped the steering wheel as hard as he could and watched the horizon spin with each roll. Finally it stopped. Everything stopped into an incredible silence that lasted only a breath before being pierced by Keeley’s screams. Bexar brushed the pieces of broken safety glass off his face before opening his eyes and seeing his wife’s body crumpled on the passenger floorboard. Luckily, the Jeep had landed upright.
“Fuck. Damnit, Jessie, talk to me.” Bexar unlatched his seatbelt and leaned over to check on his wife. Jessie was breathing and her pulse was strong. Bexar took a deep breath and tried to open the driver’s door with no luck. Three hard kicks later, Bexar forced the door open and climbed out of the destroyed Wagoneer. The RV’s safety chains broke and the RV lay in a shattered mess of fiberglass and insulation about one hundred feet from the road in the desert. Keeley continued to scream. Bexar gently brushed the glass off her face while checking the rest of her body for any obvious injuries. He found none. Stealing a glance at Jessie, he could see she was bleeding badly.
Bexar forced himself to take a deep breath and try to think through the next step. To the north he saw a small motel and a road going up the hill. The road to the Terlingua ghost town. Ahead, about a half-dozen undead, attracted by the rifle fire and the incredible wreck, staggered out of the desert and down the hill from Terlingua towards Bexar and his family.
Bexar climbed into the Jeep and dug around the mess of gear for his rifle. The AR-15 was in the back of the Jeep, having been tossed there during the collision. A quick check and it appeared that the rifle was undamaged. Bexar felt dizzy and tried to shoulder his rifle. Unsteady on his feet, Bexar leaned against the crushed hood of the Jeep and took aim at the closest walking corpse. Three shots later, he was able to move on to the next approaching threat. Bexar’s aim was badly shaken and it took a full magazine of .223 to put down all the zombies, but all the threats were resolved for now.
Keeley, still screaming in her car seat, was Bexar’s first priority. Jessie would have to wait, but since she was unconscious, hopefully any more approaching dead wouldn’t notice her. Bexar cut the car seat’s harness and gently pulled his daughter to his shoulder with a hug.
“It’s OK baby, we’re OK. Daddy’s got you and you’re safe.”
Keeley in his arms, Bexar jogged towards the hotel and stopped at the door to the first room he came to. The door was locked. Bexar drew his pistol and kicked in the door, Keeley held tight against his shoulder with his left arm. He was relieved to find that only the smell of stale air and bedding. Bexar made a quick check to make sure there were no surprises under the bed or in the bathroom before he sat Keeley at the foot of the bed.
“I’ve got to get Mommy. I’ll be right back. Try to be quiet. I love you.”
Bexar pulled the broken door closed and hoped it would hold closed. Keeley screamed and banged on the door with her tiny hands. Bexar tried to jog back to the Jeep, tripping several times, still dizzy from the wreck. Reaching the Jeep, he pulled his go-bag from the back seat and placed it on the cracked asphalt before climbing into the front seat to get his wife. Bexar made a fast blood check and found that the blood covering her face was from a deep gash on her head. If the world were still normal they would be headed to the hospital to get
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