Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2016 13:16:09 GMT -5
"You got it! Jesus, I haven't driven in years. Least you can't get into accidents anymore," he replied, twisting the key into the ignition. He hesitated, then turned it. For a few heart wrenching seconds the engine groaned and rattled, struggling to start moving again. "Come on, baby, come on..." Michael said, pulling the key back and then turning it again, pumping the gas slightly.
Another few seconds of turning the key and the engine kept sputtering. Michael turned his eyes to the road and grimaced.
"We're making too much noise!" he hissed. Walkers were starting to crawl out from under their cars, drawn by the sound of an engine stalling like it was a bad horror movie. Sweat beaded on Michael's forehead as he kept pumping the gas. "Come on come on come on-YES!"
The engine roared to life as the dashboard lit up with icons. Hastily, Michael threw the truck into drive and twisted the wheel around. "Hold onto somethin', this is gonna be close!" he warned, pushing the truck forwards gently and then reversing slightly in a three-point turn.
The walkers drew closer and closer as more of them began to appear, seemingly from nowhere. Rotting corpses, still dressed the way they were when they died on that fateful day.
Michael swore as the bed of the truck scraped a car behind them and it started screaming as its alarm went off.
"Now or never, hope this thing is still built tough!" he exclaimed, slamming the car into drive and pressing his foot down to the floor on the gas.
The truck lurched forwards and slammed into the guard rail. Years without regular maintenance took their toll, and the rail came apart like a doll bursting its seams. The truck rushed through the opening, although its paint job took some serious damage. The walkers stayed behind, investigating the screeching car as Mike pulled the truck into 4-wheel drive and plowed through the wilderness.
"Told you somethin' was gonna happen," he said, swallowing nervously. His hands on the wheel were shaking slightly too. That was way too close for his blood.
Another few seconds of turning the key and the engine kept sputtering. Michael turned his eyes to the road and grimaced.
"We're making too much noise!" he hissed. Walkers were starting to crawl out from under their cars, drawn by the sound of an engine stalling like it was a bad horror movie. Sweat beaded on Michael's forehead as he kept pumping the gas. "Come on come on come on-YES!"
The engine roared to life as the dashboard lit up with icons. Hastily, Michael threw the truck into drive and twisted the wheel around. "Hold onto somethin', this is gonna be close!" he warned, pushing the truck forwards gently and then reversing slightly in a three-point turn.
The walkers drew closer and closer as more of them began to appear, seemingly from nowhere. Rotting corpses, still dressed the way they were when they died on that fateful day.
Michael swore as the bed of the truck scraped a car behind them and it started screaming as its alarm went off.
"Now or never, hope this thing is still built tough!" he exclaimed, slamming the car into drive and pressing his foot down to the floor on the gas.
The truck lurched forwards and slammed into the guard rail. Years without regular maintenance took their toll, and the rail came apart like a doll bursting its seams. The truck rushed through the opening, although its paint job took some serious damage. The walkers stayed behind, investigating the screeching car as Mike pulled the truck into 4-wheel drive and plowed through the wilderness.
"Told you somethin' was gonna happen," he said, swallowing nervously. His hands on the wheel were shaking slightly too. That was way too close for his blood.