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peeled backwards. As soon as I was clear, I slammed the
old girl into drive and mowed down a dozen more of the things as they descended
on my truck knocking them away like rag dolls. I speed towards the front of the
store and saw my little girl step out in to the madness and carnage. She was
standing there holding a bunch of plastic shopping bags, looking around in
total shock as these things whizzed around her. Three of the things spotted her
at once and began their mad dash towards her. She stood rooted to the ground as
I gunned it. I smashed the back ends of cars, crushed another clump of infected
as they ate some other unfortunate soul, and smashed into the three infected
just before they reached my little girl. She threw the bags of groceries in the
back, yanked the door open, and jumped in as another wave of dead, for that was
surely what they were, poured around the corner.  
                “Seatbelt!” I screamed as she rolled
up the window on her side and I looked into my rear mirror just in time to see
two cars smash into each other and block out exit, “Fuck!”
                “Daddy!” she screamed as the things
rounded the back of our truck and reached for my open window. I nearly threw
out my shoulder working the handle to my window and got it up just as the first
thing reached my side. I looked around frantically for a way out as the things
began to climb into the bed of the truck and bang against the back window. Ahead
of me was a small plaza between the supermarket and a row of shops. It was
tight but clear of cars or any other major obstacle. I gunned the truck sending
the infected flying out the back or under the monster tires I had on the old
girl. We smashed our way across the plaza and out on the street which had
filled with the infected, smashed cars, and dead bodies. I twisted and skidded
all over the road trying to keep control of the truck and not smash into
something immovable. Stopping now would mean a very quick but brutally painful
death. By some miracle of statistics, I managed not to ram into anything and we
found ourselves racing down the onramp to I-40 East. Here the traffic was still
rolling smoothly as though the horror that had swamped the supermarket had
never happened. I switched on the radio and slowed down a bit not wanting to
get into an accident now that we had escaped the immediate threat.
                I looked into the truck’s rear view
mirror and saw a semi-truck come crashing down from the overpass we had just
left blocking all the traffic behind it. Another car spilled off of the
overpass and cars already on the highway veered left and right creating a
pileup that completely blocked the eastbound lanes behind them. We had made it
without a second to spare.
                “What the fuck were those things!?”
Georgie cried looking out the back window at the carnage piling up behind them.
                “Language,” I said in a daze as I
bucked up and focused on getting us back home, “Infected or something. The
thing that’s going around. I didn’t think it would be this bad, not this far
from the city center,” I said watching the side roads for anything that might
indicate that things were falling apart. I saw cop cars and fire trucks racing
across the overpasses as we zoomed under them heading east to the foothills of
the Sandia mountains where, far back up in the hills, our little ranch was.
Soon I spotted smoke rising up on both our left and right, then behind us.
Whatever was happening, it was spreading and getting out of control fast.
                Near the turnoff for our ranch, I
pulled into a gas station looking around for anything that might tell me the
things were close by. It all seemed quiet. People getting their gas, picking up
a snack and a soda, getting on with their lives with no idea of the horror
spreading across the Rio Grande valley, “Listen, Georgie,” I said putting my
hands on