Savannah's Only Zombie (Book 2): A New Darkness by Josh Vasquez Page A

It’s not too heavy on the trailer.”
    He was right. On the trailer, it didn’t seem as
heavy as it looked. The only obstacle was when it came down the step into the
container, but they took it slow and easy. Once it was hooked up to the trailer
hitch, Jeremy looked at Josh.
    “Now what?” He asked.
    “Let’s grab some of the tools. We can use them
for the fence.”
    A crack of thunder ripped through the sky. The
sky had grown darker since they first pulled onto the construction site. Jeremy
felt a single, cold drop of water hit his cheek. Josh looked up and panned the
sky.
    “We better hurry,” he said. “We don’t have
long.”
    They ran back to the container, the wind picking
up as they did. Once inside, Josh started pointing at what to take and what to
leave behind. Extension cords, spare rechargeable battery packs and chargers,
and of course, power tools. Impact drills, band saws, and a large, concrete
buzz saw. It took two hands to hold and looked rather intimidating in Jeremy’s
hands. It would make a decent zombie-slayin’ weapon. A good alternative to a
chainsaw. Another crack of thunder, this one much closer than the last,
signaled to the two men that it was time to leave.
    The rain was picking up speed.
    “C’mon, let’s get this stuff on the truck and
get out of here,” Josh said.
    A flash of lighting lit up the sky. The bolt had
struck the steel girders on the building, sparks flying off the hot metal. The
corresponding thunder followed milliseconds after.
    “Holy crap!” Josh yelled. “That was way too
freaking close!”
    A chorus of moans answered the thunder.
    Oh shit, Jeremy thought.
    He looked towards the building. Shadows began
materializing from the darkness and made their way towards the truck. Jeremy
didn’t have to squint through the rain to know what the shadows were. They
marched forward in unsteady unison. As far as he could tell, Jeremy couldn’t
see any runners. But in the darkened skies and downpour, the slower undead
looked more menacing than ever.
    Jeremy and Josh began piling their loot into the
back of the truck, not taking any time to secure it for the ride back. They
just knew they had to get out of there. With the rain still picking up, and the
dead growing closer, time was short. They rushed back to the cab of the truck
and Josh wasted no time cranking it up. The closest dead were no more than
twenty feet away. Josh put the truck in drive and floored it, sending mud
flying from the back tires.
    “Ah crap,” Josh muttered.
    “What?” Jeremy asked, but knew the answer as
soon as he did.
    The dead were blocking the road out.
    Josh looked at Jeremy. Jeremy looked at Josh.
Both nodded in agreement and Josh floored it into the crowd of z’s. The first
few went flying over the hood, but the others were all crushed beneath the
bottom of the truck. Jeremy thought about the time he played chicken with the
zombie at Forsyth Park.
    Good thing Tori’s not here, he thought.
    She most likely would have not appreciated
Josh’s running over of many zombies.
    Jeremy was amazed at the number of them. They
just seemed to keep coming out from the darkness, not concerned that their
associates were becoming body speed bumps. The fact that the dead were not
deterred by anything is what made them so damn scary. You could shoot them,
hack off vital body parts, run them over with a fucking truck, and yet, they
still kept coming. What other enemy in the history of mankind could do that?
Never give up, never falter; the only thing that stops them is a bullet to the
brain.
    At least before, people would surrender.
    Finally, the blockade of dead began to diminish.
Jeremy turned to look out the back window. A trail of mangled bodies, mud, and
death followed them. He looked over at Josh, whose hands tightly gripped the
steering wheel, his knuckles white. His face was ashen.
    “You okay man?” Jeremy asked.
    Josh loosened his grip on the steering and
forced a fake smile.
    “Yeah, just shook