The Orphans (Book 3): Strangers by Mike Evans Page A

the gun. Cedric was hanging on to the inside of the truck with one hand looking like he was riding a wave. Philip was holding onto the side of the gun never wishing more in his life to have a rifle still in shock at seeing his wife and Cedric’s wife lana and lori come after them confused and ready to kill each of them happily.
    Philip yelled where are we going to go? What the fuck happened to…..to everyone christ they lost their fucking minds.”
    Tim screamed through the window. FUck man I think that they are zombies.”
    Cedric who had fired his last shot and was on empty sat down in the back as they put more and more distance with the Turned. “Those things can’t be zombies man they are fucking meat eating track stars for god sakes. Zombies walk with their damn arms out and wobble a lot. I don’t know what those things are.”
    Philip yelled, “Yeah but they seemed perfectly content eating us didn’t they. I can’t believe you shot my wife.”
    “Your wife was going to kill you, and not in the usual sense.” Cedric shot back.
    He yelled through the window to Tim, “Go to my place we need bullets and guns and we need it now. I want to get the fuck out of town after that.”
    Philip screamed, “We should try and go to that gun shop in town after we hit your place, that old guy Andy is probably dead by now.”
    Cedric nodded, “Yep that’s a damn good idea man!”
    Tim drove never using the brake more than he had to not caring how much distance that he’d put between himself and the freaks. He wasn’t going to let off of the accelerator until he’d made it to where he could breath for a minute. Eric looked over sitting in the cab shaking his head. Tim saw this and thought he had remorse for all of the people that were turning into whatever it was they were. “It’s alright Eric, we’re gonna make it through this man.”
    Eric shook his thoughts clear, “Screw them man, my karaoke setup is trashed by now. Those things are probably ripping your bar piece by piece away. It’s fucking depressing, where am I gonna sing now? I have fans?”
    Tim just stared in awe shaking his head thinking he’d probably be better off if he was on his own, not feeling very thankful for the three men that were with him right now. He tried to debate how harshly god would judge him if he pushed the man out the side of the truck. Instead he took the highbrow approach and said, “You are right Eric the world is truly missing out on the sounds of a god.”
    Within a few minutes they were pulling into Cedric’s place. Cedric pointed to the backyard and said, “Let’s park in the backyard. I don’t think we want the truck sitting out for everyone driving by to see sitting here and running.”
    Tim yelled as he flew into the backyard coming to a sliding stop, “What do you mean people drive by, that looked like the entire god damned town with the exception of the two kids with guns racing down the street. I’m more worried that those freaks are going to make their way here, there isn’t shit to keep them from making their way here.”
    Cedric went to answer but sirens started going off blaring making it hard to hear one another. They agreed leaving the truck going for now was a pretty good idea. The four men left the truck running scared to turn it off. Each of them had the thought of being stranded in what they could only compare to as the devil’s mouth was a horrid though.The group sprinted from the truck to Cedric’s small house never slowing down. Tim was stuffing the extra magazines into the back of his pants wishing he had so much more than what he kept in the pickup.
                  Cedric lead the group and went in first gripping the bloody dented baseball bat as if his very life depended on it, which if he was to run into another Turned his life very well could depend on it. Philip and Eric followed close behind all the men were wound tight as a virgin on prom night. Tim kept in the back he was