The drive home occurred in complete silence. Stephen stared straight ahead, hands in a death grip on the steering wheel at the ten and two positions. Lara’s head was turned towards the passenger side window. She wasn’t focused on any one thing, she just let the blur of the roadside scrub her mind. The whirring sound of tires on asphalt the only noise to be heard.
Most of the blood was on the passenger side hood and windshield. Both Stephen and Lara in their individual thoughts wondered where that little boy had come from. Stephen wasn’t speeding . . . much. And Lara, she was simply relaying the events from the office. Were they both so distracted that they couldn’t notice a kid running in the street? But it seemed like he wasn’t there and then he was. There was already blood too, at least on his face and around his mouth before they felt the jolt of the impact. Had he already been hit once before?
Stephen had tried to stop the car. The tires squealed in protest to the brakes being violently applied. Then the boy had flipped onto the hood, hit the windshield, and rolled off to the side of the road. Before Stephen could unlatch his seatbelt once the car stopped moving, the kid had popped up off the pavement, made some sort of raspy noise and bounded off into the brush.
When they arrived back home, Stephen immediately drove the car into the garage and closed the door. Neither he nor Lara made any attempt to get out of the vehicle. Finally she turned to Stephen.
“Did you see that kid? He just jumped up. Did he hiss at us?” she asked.
“Yeah, I think he did,” Stephen replied. He was finally able to take his hands off the steering wheel and open the door. “I think we need to get prepared.”
Lara nodded and opened her own door. “I’ll get the ammo. You get the guns.”
Quick! You are under attack by Zombies!! Grab the first thing you see to your left. With what did you kill the Zombies?