Zombie Dawn Exodus by Michael G. Thomas

second,” said Dave.
    “Alright,” said Brian.
    “Also, when we get within a mile of the shop, you
radio them and explain the plan,” said Dave.
    An hour later they were just a few minutes away from
the supermarket. It had been an anxious journey so far, both men
concerned not just for the three they were trying to rescue, but
also their own lives. The entire mission was a gamble. No sensible
person would ever go near such a crowd of beasts. Brian lifted up
the radio handset.
    “Tommy, come in. This is Brian, I repeat, this is
Brian. Can anyone hear me?” he asked.
    “This is Tommy, what the fuck is going on?” he
asked.
    “The horde struck and I had to leave, but we have a
plan. We’re driving straight to you, be ready to move!” said
Brian.
    “What’s your ETA?” asked Tommy.
    “One minute, be ready,” said Brian.
    “Right, now get in the back and hold onto something.
Make sure you have a weapon close to hand, as it’s going to be a
mad rush getting those three in,” said Dave.
    A minute later they were entering the car park of
the supermarket. They drove all the way to the entrance, a handful
of zombies were in the area stumbling towards the building. The
shutters of the building were up and the glass electric doors
prized open. The Land Rover passed through the first entrance and
then smashed through the second, simply too large to fit the door
frame.
    Dave could already see the mass of creatures packed
in tight along the aisle that led to the office. He had carefully
manoeuvred the vehicle into the building, but there was no more
time or need for careful and restrained driving. Dave put his foot
to the floor, knowing that torque alone may not be enough to keep
moving through such a mass.
    The two tonne vehicle ploughed into the rear of the
zombie crowd, bodies buckling against the thick bull bar. Zombies
were thrown off onto the shelves to the side of the truck. Dave
kept his foot to the floor as the shelves beside them were being
pushed outwards, unable to contain the expanding horde as the Land
Rover forced itself through them. He could finally see the office
door up ahead. The number of creatures was far too many to simply
stop and let their friends in. He swung the vehicle off down the
end of the aisle and slammed the brakes on, sliding to a halt as
they crushed further more zombies.
    The gearbox squealed as Dave slammed it into reverse
before they had even come quite to a stop. He put his foot back
down hard on the accelerator and smashed the vehicle backwards into
the security office. The door flew off its hinges and the truck
smashed half the wall down with it. Brian swung the door open
whilst the zombies were already swarming around the vehicle. He
jumped out.
    “Get the fuck in!” shouted Brian.
    The three men, still in shock from the audacious
rescue attempt stumbled towards the vehicle. Brian noticed the
first creature was already within a dangerous distance. He picked
up his hatchet and drove it into the target’s head. The three men
clambered into the back.
    “Go!” shouted Brian.
    Dave immediately put the power down, already
concerned that the mass of creatures could stop them from getting
moving again. Fortunately, many of the beasts had approached from
the direction they’d come and were now mostly flooding the side of
the vehicle, rather than the front. Brian jumped in as the wheels
had already begun moving.
    The truck smashed through the zombies before it,
breaking bones and sending blood splattering across the bonnet and
windscreen. They stormed down the next aisle which was mostly
clear. Brian looked distraught to see so much in the way of food
supplies being passed by. This place was exactly the cheese in the
trap situation which Roger had always warned them about. They all
now wished that each and every member of the group had heeded his
words.
    They reached the end of the aisle and Dave swung the
wheel around, sliding the vehicle round the tight bend. The rear
quarter of