ZOMBIE'S DOOM? "Chronicles of Jack Doom" by Will Lemen Page B

fender, scattering maggots across my windshield and disseminating the covey of flies that surrounded feminine homicidal maniac.
    "Chalk another one up," I yelled, hoping to attract as many of the undead in the immediate area as I could.
    Two zombies in the parking lot were joined by three more that came from around the back of the building. I aimed my now slightly dented truck toward the four that had ambled into a pack, and stepped down hard on the gas pedal.
    The truck lurched forward and moved in the direction of the slow moving crowd when I stomped down on the accelerator pedal. I only had about forty yards to gain enough speed to accomplish the maneuver that I had in mind.
    By the time I reached the mob of zombies, the truck was traveling at close to thirty miles per hour.
    Just before running into the maggot-infested corpses, I turned the steering wheel hard to the left and slammed on the brakes. The lightweight rear end of my vehicle began to slide toward the four zombies as I braced for the imminent impact (hopefully a 15 miles per hour impact, the new rule you know).
    When the side of the bed of the truck struck the approaching horde of zombies, the result was not exactly what I had intended.
    I had hoped that by skidding the side of my vehicle into the group, they would have been mangled to the point that I wouldn't have to deal with them and could focus my attention on the single diseased savage that was apart from the group.
    However, that was not the case; two of the undead had been severely mutilated to the degree that I had planned, but the other two were hardly even scratched in the process, leaving them still on the attack and very close to me.
    With no other choice, I pulled the suppressed Beretta 92 I had appropriated from the gun shop in Amarillo, and pointed it at the face of the ugliest one of the monsters and pulled the trigger.
    Now you might think why would I bother to waste time trying to figure out which of the zombies was the uglier of the two before sending a bullet down range to enact its ultimate demise.
    Well the truth is, most of the undead, especially the ones that have been trotting around since the green flag dropped signaling the start of the zombie apocalypse, are so ripe, so decomposed, and so degraded, and so disgusting, that to call one of them uglier than another is just plain ludicrous.
    So there's really no time wasted or hesitation involved in picking out the ugliest one, the closest one to you is always the ugliest one, and usually the first to get shot, or hacked to death.
    Just humor me, bear with me, and try to keep up while I get on with the story.
    The silencer did its job, and the gentle pop of the pistol announced in advance the bullet that smashed through the teeth of the walking dead man and exited out the back of his head, scattering the hovering flies along with pieces of skull and hair that was mixed with white fly larvae and hunks of green-tinted diseased brain.
    With one more ravenous zombie by my truck and the other one closing on me fast, I jumped out of the vehicle and shot over the roof of the cab at the nearest flesh eating monstrosity, catching the top one eighth inch of its cranium with my first bullet and peeling back some of its scalp, as my bullet skidded along the crown of its skull.
    My second shot missed (which I could hardly believe, considering how close the attacker was, however, shit happens), but my third bullet drilled its way through the middle of the monster's forehead and literally exploded its brain, momentarily causing its head to expand by one third as if it had been quickly pumped full of air. Then just as fast as it had expanded, the head imploded back to its original size as the zombie dropped to the ground.
    The last transient corpse that was in the parking lot was nearly upon me as I turned away from the one I had just dispatched. I swung my pistol to the head of the remaining vagrant, and leveled the muzzle about five inches from the