"Dalton, get your ass in gear!" Boomed Abe's voice from outside. Looking behind him, he saw a small group of three shambling their way. "Damnit, Dalton." He hissed under his breath, gripping the crowbar in his hand tighter. When they got close, he held his hand out to the side. Glancing behind him, he saw that Dalton still hadn't come out, and the dead were closing in. Seeing as his options dwindled down to risking his ass or letting them get close to Ryan, he chose to risk his ass. Stepping in, he swung at the first zombie's head. A sickening cracking sound was heard, and fragments of skull mixed with flesh and rotten chunks of brain. Recoiling back, he swung again, putting more weight into the strike. The zombie was down for the count. He had to quickly step back to avoid being grabbed. As soon as he was clear, he retaliated, taking the next zombie down with two more blows.
Unfortunately for him, the third one got too close to hit. Instead, he had to press the crowbar up against its throat to hold it off. "C'mon Dalton, you stupid bast-" A shot rang out through the air, and the undead thrashing about in front of him went limp. Shoving him off, Abraham turned around to see his younger brother on the porch, shouldering a bag of guns. Two boxes of supplies sat next to him. "Jesus Christ, Dalton! What took you so damn long?" Abraham stalked up to the porch and grabbed one of the boxes. "Had to put down the dog. Somethin' bit 'im." Dalton's voice was gravelly and slightly strained. "Ah, sht. That's gonna kill Ryan." Abe shook his head, setting the box in the back of the truck and going back for the other. "Ryan, c'mon out! We need to get outta here!" A tall, athletic brown-haired teenage boy came jogging out of the house, carrying a box and shouldering his backpack. "Alright, get your stuff loaded in the back. I wanna get moving before those things hear the shot your dumbass uncle let off." Abraham shot a look over at Dalton, who rolled his eyes. "You'd be one of those things if this dumbass uncle hadn't taken the shot, igit."
"Just.. get your sht loaded and get in the bed, Dalton. I need you keepin' an eye out for any of them that get too close." Dalton shrugged, then stalked off to the truck, tossing the guns into the back and climbing in after them. Abraham slid into the driver's seat, his son following a moment later. Slamming the door shut, he stuck the key into the ignition and turned it. The truck roared to life, and Abe wasted no time in pulling out of the driveway. They had to get out of here.
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