You and Me against the World: The Creepers Saga Book 1 by Raymond Esposito Page B

the boys and yanked them hard.
    “Run. That way,” he instructed and pointed to his open garage.
    The boys ran.
    The woman came at him in what he could only describe as a gallop. One leg came forward, and then the other caught up to it. Kevin looked over his shoulder. The boys had crossed the street and reached his driveway. He wanted to ensure they had a head start. The woman closed the distance. Her blue filmy eyes stared at him, and then her mouth opened. He knew what was coming, and he dodged the thick, black bile as it sprayed from her mouth. He spun on one leg and brought the other leg up high. On his path to God, he had sworn off life as the hair-trigger brawler that had nearly cost him everything. Now he prayed God would forgive the transgression of that broken promise.
    It was a near-perfect roundhouse kick and he caught the woman in the side of her head. She spun once and fell to the ground. The kick should have knocked her out, but she hissed and crawled back onto her feet.
    The boys watched him from inside the garage. Kevin ran. He could hear the woman’s feet slap the pavement as she pursued.
    “Close the door,” he yelled.
    The door began to descend, and he wondered if he was still fast enough to reach it before it closed.
    Adam and Brad bang a left
     
    “Bro, are you sure about this?”
    “Sure about what?”
    “A sleeve, bro. I mean that’s a pretty bold statement.”
    “So it’ll be great.”
    “Yeah, I guess, but I don’t know. What if someday you want to be, I don’t know, president or something?”
    Adam laughed, shifted gears, and changed lanes without a head check.
    “Brad, I’m pretty fuckin’ sure I’m not gonna be president.”
    “Maybe, but who knows? I mean, I bet John Wayne never thought he’d be president.”
    Adam eyed his friend.
    “Brad, John Wayne was never president.”
    “Sure he was. He was governor of California and then became president.”
    “That was Ronald Reagan.”
    Brad considered it. “Just the same, you never know what’s gonna happen.”
    “My point exactly. The world could end tomorrow, so why not live for today?”
    A shadow passed over the car and a loud sonic boom shook them in their seats.
    “What the fuck,” Adam yelled. He slammed the brakes, stopping in the middle lane. The traffic around did the same.
    “Shit, bro, that was a fighter jet. Look, it’s headed downtown and low.”
    The F-15 flew just eight or nine hundred feet off the ground. Its nose turned up and accelerated into the sky at almost a ninety-degree angle before leveling off and turning toward the hospital.
    A giant plume of fire and smoke rose from somewhere in the distance. Adam and Brad watched the jet circle around and head in their direction.
    “Shit, was that the school?”
    “The school or the hospital.”
    A man ran into the front of Adam’s GTO.
    “Hey, shithead, you’re gonna dent my ride.”
    The man lifted his head off the car’s hood and looked at them through the window. He screamed and clawed at the metal until he finally pulled himself onto the hood.
    “There is something very wrong here,” Brad said softly.
    Adam jammed the shifter into reverse and stomped the accelerator. The GTO lurched backward, and the man slid off the hood and onto the ground.
    “We are out,” Adam said, and dropped the shifter to first and sped past the fallen man.
    “Bro, don’t go this way. Bang a left up here.”
    Adam spun the car across the median and changed direction back toward home.
    The car went wide and jumped onto the sidewalk. He got control and stopped the GTO inches from a girl running on the sidewalk. He beeped the horn.
    The blonde girl turned around and flipped him off.
    Adam smiled and waved. When she recognized them, she waved back and ran to the passenger’s door.
    Oh, well, my karma sucked anyway
     
    Her first day as a certified nurse’s assistant at St. Pete Hospital and everyone calls in sick. It figured she didn’t already have enough stress over