-Chapter 2-

Part 3

I winced as gun fire from his automatic gun went off. I turned looking through the slightly visible dirtied window. Rabbids. Several of them. Looked like they came from the entire town. All tattered, hairy, bloody, and some missing parts of their bodies.

    My breath quickened, come on! Come on! My eyes caught sight of a red canister of gasoline in the corner hidden under the counter.

    I snagged it but the door burst open and I froze tensing as a rabid's eyes snapped towards me. I stood still holding the container for a moment. Panicking I opened the gas container and slung the contents on them. I took a lighter from the counter snapping it on tearing my orange jumpsuit lighting it and tossed it.

    The rabid cried out monstrously scratching itself to try and extinguish the flames and understand the reason for the agony. I tore off another bit rushed to the alcohol, grasping one of the larger bottles, stuffed the cloth inside.

    "Hey!", I yelled through the door as the stranger pounded with his gun and fists out of ammunition.

    He looked up and sprung as I chunked the bottle at the group. They exasperated one another, but seemed to keep coming at him. I tossed the canister into the jeep and started the car looking back and hit it in reverse feeling the back bumper collide with the head of a rabid.

    "Come on!", I yelled reaching my hand towards the stranger who took it firmly. As he slammed the door shut I sped back turning the wheel harshly and then swiftly adjusted to drivers gear and slammed for acceleration leaving the rabid crowd of the town to burn and crawl after us.

    I was breathing heavily. It was now that the pain came back. The stranger was heaving too as he turned leaning his head back sweating. He closed his eyes for a moment swallowing trying to calm himself down and catch his breath for a moment. My head snapped back as a hairy brown elbow jammed into my cheek slamming my head into the glass window.

    The stranger cried out as he the claws gnawed cutting his chest. The rabid was in the jeep snarling and gurggling with that ugly hairy face with wrinkles and teeth conforming out. I swung with one arm the jeep swerving and the rabid lost his grip on the passenger but he tried coming again. I hit the brakes as hard as I could feeling the man's leg hit the back of my head as he flew over the dashboard shattering the front window rolling on the road in front of us, footless. I revved the jeep forward and it thumped hard over the road block.

"'Ack!", the stranger held the left side of his chest bleeding severely his vest torn and ruined. The claws had even made it through all that.

    He clenched his teeth as I removed my right hand pressing firmly against as many streaks as I could but there were too many and they were too large and too deep. "Ow! Oh God forgive me!", said the man.

    "Save your f***ing prayers! You are not dying yet! Not on my watch!", I yelled.

    I removed my orange uniform left in my white undershirt and well, I'm sure you know the rest. It was difficult to get the lower half off while driving but I managed somehow. Wasn't my first time changing in a car anyways. 

    "Take it and make it useful!", I snapped.

    He stared, "Keep your eyes up!", I warned snapping at him. "Freaking pervert", I muttered as he flimsily tried to wrap himself. But that didn't work.

After we were at least a guessable safe distance away. Correction the tank completely ran out, I fixed his terrible bandaging with the jumpsuit and refueled the jeep out in the middle of nowhere off to wherever. There still was no official plan. There never really was....how could you plan for any of this? Sure some people had their fancy made bunkers and stuff....but this...this was different. No one had time to get to their bunkers.