They stood back to back, constantly rotating as their world became a maw of slavering mouths and wild savage eyes. At least the others escaped, he thought, pumping another shotgun round into the mass. His stomach clenched as he heard the hammer on his sister’s pistol click onto an empty chamber and knew they were out of time. She was tackled by two of them, knocking into him as she went. Through the madness that followed, he scrambled for her hand. Goddamn zombies, he thought. They held on to one another until all went black and they were no more.
The gun lay on the dashboard, the muzzle pointed in the same direction as her eye line. At the two men. They were talking, probably about her, completely unaware that she was so near. The things they had done to her… it was more than any mere mortal could stand. It was midday. Couples walked hand in hand and children enjoyed ice-cream sundaes outside. She would be seen, there was no doubt. So was it worth it? She looked at the gun one last time. Yes. Yes it was. She switched off the safety and stepped out of the car.
‘Run by me what happened again,’ I said.
‘What’s so hard to understand? I was drunk, I came home but stopped when I got to the front door.’
‘And then… decided to cross the street and…?’
‘They’re doing some work there with some scaffolding, so I started to climb it.’
‘What possible reason could you have to do that?’
‘I wanted to see what my house looked like from there.’
‘We’ll get back to that. Then what happened?’
‘I… might have decided to sleep in a bucket they had up there. What can I say, it was cosy.’
‘You’re an idiot.’