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.His face was screwed up in pain as he tried to stem the bleeding with his other hand.“We can’t risk taking a shot,” Cole shouted.“The charge might ignite the gas.”“We can’t just leave him here, Chief,” I yelled at Cole.“The poor bastard is going to be ripped apart.”Milner tried to get as close as he could to the Chaplain but more of the undead were surging forward.They smelled blood and would swamp the Humvee and hem us against the back wall if we stayed where we were.Smith gripped my shoulder, attempting to calm me down.Brady had saved our lives when he could have just stood by and watched us die.I felt we owed him at least some kind of dignified death.He was bitten and his situation was irretrievable, I understood that but I couldn’t sit there and watch him die in agony.“Smith, you have to take the shot,” I pleaded.Smith glanced out of the windshield and nodded.He knew what I meant.“Chief, let Smith have one shot with a side arm and then we’re out of here,” I called out up the turret.“He’s an ex-military sharp shooter.” I wasn’t sure if Smith had been a marksman but he didn’t argue.I knew he’d hit the target.Cole sighed and swore under his breath.He climbed down from the turret and handed Smith his Colt 45 from a holster strapped on his thigh.“One shot.Make it count and don’t blow us up,” he said to Smith.The zombies started to rock the Humvee from side to side, desperate to get inside.Dead hands slapped the windshield as Milner recoiled in his seat.I watched more of them surround Brady while Smith climbed into the turret.“We have to go, Chief,” Milner yelled from the cab.“These fuckers are going to bust through the windshield any minute.”I looked up at the back of Smith’s legs, still and steady on the turret steps, then turned my gaze back to the Chaplain outside.More of the undead were biting chunks from his shoulders and upper arms.His face was still visible and contorted in pain.The crucifix was gone from his grasp and I briefly wondered if he still held on to his religious faith, even in the throes of an agonizing death.A single gunshot echoed around the gas station wall and Brady’s head jolted backward before he disappeared amongst the snarling zombie horde.The Chaplain was gone, hopefully to a better place.Chief Cole leaned across the back of the front seats, watching Smith take the shot.“Okay, Milner, get us the fuck out of here,” he ordered.Smith clambered down from the turret and handed Cole back his side arm.“Good shot,” Cole muttered, as Milner lurched the Humvee forward and to the right.Smith gave a slight nod and bumped into Cole with the swift forward motion of the truck.Cole climbed back up the turret and yelled obscenities at the mass of zombies obstructing the route.Smith sighed and sat back down on the bench seat.He looked pissed off and dejected.I would have put the Chaplain out of his misery myself but I knew there was no way I would have hit the target with one clean shot.Knowing my luck, I would have simply prolonged his agony by shooting him in the arm or shoulder or missing totally.“It’s a shitty thing but we’ve all had to do it, man.” Hernandez clapped Smith’s shoulder in a kind of consoling manner.“Poor bastard got himself killed trying to help us,” Smith groaned.“We have to get out of this shitty mess before we start feeling sorry for ourselves,” Milner barked from the cab.“There’s a whole swarm of the fuckers trying to block the road.”The clattering noise of hands banging on the sides of the truck became almost deafening.A couple of zombies crawled onto the Humvee’s hood, scowling at Milner on the other side of the glass.Cole let fly with the machine gun again, knocking out a few undead in our path as we slowly pulled away from the fuel dump.Milner gunned the engine and we finally gathered some speed.Cole took out his Colt and fired at the two zombies trying to slither up the windshield.The bodies jerked backward and rolled off the vehicle.“Keep going,” Cole barked.“We need to outrun them.”“I’m trying,” Milner screeched, turning the steering wheel left and right.The Jerry cans clanged around in the back and threatened to crush our legs under their weight.Diesel slopped from some of the cans and coated the floor.Hernandez, Smith and I did our best to hold the containers steady while Milner pushed the vehicle forward against the weight of the undead.“Will someone tell me where the hell we are going?” Milner bawled as he turned back onto the main road.Smith clambered over the Jerry cans and slid over the seats into the passenger chair.“Keep heading on the main route out of the base and take a right turn on the Highway.”The Humvee gained pace but still a few of the undead clung to the front crash bars and the armor plating on the sides.“We’ll wait until we get to a quiet spot and clear the vehicle,” Cole instructed.I was happy to hear the engine roar at a faster pace and felt the sensation of us gathering speed.I stretched upward and took a peek out of the windshield [ 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.His face was screwed up in pain as he tried to stem the bleeding with his other hand.“We can’t risk taking a shot,” Cole shouted.“The charge might ignite the gas.”“We can’t just leave him here, Chief,” I yelled at Cole.“The poor bastard is going to be ripped apart.”Milner tried to get as close as he could to the Chaplain but more of the undead were surging forward.They smelled blood and would swamp the Humvee and hem us against the back wall if we stayed where we were.Smith gripped my shoulder, attempting to calm me down.Brady had saved our lives when he could have just stood by and watched us die.I felt we owed him at least some kind of dignified death.He was bitten and his situation was irretrievable, I understood that but I couldn’t sit there and watch him die in agony.“Smith, you have to take the shot,” I pleaded.Smith glanced out of the windshield and nodded.He knew what I meant.“Chief, let Smith have one shot with a side arm and then we’re out of here,” I called out up the turret.“He’s an ex-military sharp shooter.” I wasn’t sure if Smith had been a marksman but he didn’t argue.I knew he’d hit the target.Cole sighed and swore under his breath.He climbed down from the turret and handed Smith his Colt 45 from a holster strapped on his thigh.“One shot.Make it count and don’t blow us up,” he said to Smith.The zombies started to rock the Humvee from side to side, desperate to get inside.Dead hands slapped the windshield as Milner recoiled in his seat.I watched more of them surround Brady while Smith climbed into the turret.“We have to go, Chief,” Milner yelled from the cab.“These fuckers are going to bust through the windshield any minute.”I looked up at the back of Smith’s legs, still and steady on the turret steps, then turned my gaze back to the Chaplain outside.More of the undead were biting chunks from his shoulders and upper arms.His face was still visible and contorted in pain.The crucifix was gone from his grasp and I briefly wondered if he still held on to his religious faith, even in the throes of an agonizing death.A single gunshot echoed around the gas station wall and Brady’s head jolted backward before he disappeared amongst the snarling zombie horde.The Chaplain was gone, hopefully to a better place.Chief Cole leaned across the back of the front seats, watching Smith take the shot.“Okay, Milner, get us the fuck out of here,” he ordered.Smith clambered down from the turret and handed Cole back his side arm.“Good shot,” Cole muttered, as Milner lurched the Humvee forward and to the right.Smith gave a slight nod and bumped into Cole with the swift forward motion of the truck.Cole climbed back up the turret and yelled obscenities at the mass of zombies obstructing the route.Smith sighed and sat back down on the bench seat.He looked pissed off and dejected.I would have put the Chaplain out of his misery myself but I knew there was no way I would have hit the target with one clean shot.Knowing my luck, I would have simply prolonged his agony by shooting him in the arm or shoulder or missing totally.“It’s a shitty thing but we’ve all had to do it, man.” Hernandez clapped Smith’s shoulder in a kind of consoling manner.“Poor bastard got himself killed trying to help us,” Smith groaned.“We have to get out of this shitty mess before we start feeling sorry for ourselves,” Milner barked from the cab.“There’s a whole swarm of the fuckers trying to block the road.”The clattering noise of hands banging on the sides of the truck became almost deafening.A couple of zombies crawled onto the Humvee’s hood, scowling at Milner on the other side of the glass.Cole let fly with the machine gun again, knocking out a few undead in our path as we slowly pulled away from the fuel dump.Milner gunned the engine and we finally gathered some speed.Cole took out his Colt and fired at the two zombies trying to slither up the windshield.The bodies jerked backward and rolled off the vehicle.“Keep going,” Cole barked.“We need to outrun them.”“I’m trying,” Milner screeched, turning the steering wheel left and right.The Jerry cans clanged around in the back and threatened to crush our legs under their weight.Diesel slopped from some of the cans and coated the floor.Hernandez, Smith and I did our best to hold the containers steady while Milner pushed the vehicle forward against the weight of the undead.“Will someone tell me where the hell we are going?” Milner bawled as he turned back onto the main road.Smith clambered over the Jerry cans and slid over the seats into the passenger chair.“Keep heading on the main route out of the base and take a right turn on the Highway.”The Humvee gained pace but still a few of the undead clung to the front crash bars and the armor plating on the sides.“We’ll wait until we get to a quiet spot and clear the vehicle,” Cole instructed.I was happy to hear the engine roar at a faster pace and felt the sensation of us gathering speed.I stretched upward and took a peek out of the windshield [ 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