~Bill:mood = bloodied~
Bill pulled back into camp, his bloody stumps bleeding all over his steering wheel. The adrenalin stopped pumping as soon as he got his gear shift in park!
“By The Craftsman’s creation call me crazy for trying to be an escort!”
Bill mumbled to himself, as he looked at the bloody stump’s of his fingers and flashed back to the the action:
Bill and Baby-girl rode with the convoy on mission #1. Bill had to keep his foot to the floor to even keep the Escort, Scout and Mule in sight!
When he finally caught up to the fray his faster comrades had already blasted a hole straight into the zombie mass! Baby-girl was whining incessantly, and poor Bill had already had all the shit scared out of him he couldn’t give a crap anymore!
He plowed into into the mass of putrid walking flesh, the decaying zombies twisted and turned, bodies flailing as they bounced off of Bill’s fenders. Heads slide to the drivers side of his windshield, teeth gnashed and fists broke out his driver’s door’s window!
Bill shoved the first hungry beast back outside of his vehicle with a face palm and had no problem, however on his second attempt one of the more decayed zombies munched down on his hand, and Bill lost his ring and pinky finger in one single bite!
“ACK! Baby-girl look out!”
Bill yelled incoherently as he quickly pushed his miniature mutant mutt off of the trucks bench seat and onto the trucks floorboards, just before a Zombie smashed through his passenger side window.
The Zombie was half inside and half outside of the truck, and Bill swerved almost out of control, the old Ford F-250 jerking up and down violently as 100’s of Zombies were overrun!
Bill punched the Zombie in the face! He punched it again and again but the Zombie was unfazed, his teeth still gnashing, arms flailing as he attempted to crawl further inside the trucks cab. Bill Punched the ghoul again and again and again until, the damned monster chomped into his fist!
Bill yanked with all his might but he couldn’t get free, he swerved right and left, desperately trying to stay in control on his truck! He saw Rideword making a right turn onto the next street, and Bill cut it sharp!
The ancient Ford tow-truck jumped the curb, ran over a Stop sign, and clipped the corner of a dilapidated Dollar store! The famine stricken demon in his window was scrapped from the side of Bills vehicle like a miracle!
His fist popped free from the radioactive mummy’s mouth and with it a finger flipped into the air in the cabin, and Bill almost lost control and wrecked the wrecker again as he desperately tried to catch the finger as it fell in slow motion!
“CHOMP!”
Baby-girl gobbled Bill’s last lost digit up as soon as it hit the passenger side floor boards… Immediately after which the loveable little pooch farted, and Bill knew her mutant digestion had already kicked in and there was no hope of getting that finger back either…
“It’s okay Baby-girl, if our old buddy Roland Deschain made it through the wasteland after the Lobstrosities took his fingers, some how we will make too…”
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