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picked one off the stack with one hand and hurled it like a football into the crowd of zombies. The 25 pound tank pushed a crowd of undead backwards towards the hole in the fence.
     
    Feeling fairly useless, I walked around towards the front of the building, stepping over parts, the carnage was really amazing.
     
    My radio crackled in my ear “Tookes, this is Bookbinder; we’re coming up that way. I can see your location from the top of the police headquarters; there is a group of 200 or more heading your way. What are you guys doing? This horde was heading towards us, we had to do a little shooting. They stopped mid-step, turned around and started walking towards you. “
     
    “ I don’t know, I said, we’re being fairly quiet. We’ve got about 150 here we were killing hand to hand.”
     
    His reply was short, “You took on 150 hand to hand?”
     

Chapter 3
Rescue
     
     
     
     
     
    “ Yea, we’re blowing off a little steam. We’ve about got this cleaned up but I’ll let them know that the locals seem to know we’re here.”
     
    “ Hey! ” I yelled with my newly acquired subspace voice. I don’t really know what to call that voice, when I yell loud enough that people hear it in their heads, not just with their ears. I was always a fan of Star Trek, so subspace seems to be the closest thing I can think of. It came out loud enough for everyone within two miles to hear. I needed to work on controlling that, or finding out if that was possible.
     
    “ There are 200 more coming and maybe more behind that. I suggest we go to weapons and end this .” When I spoke, every zombie in the place turned to look at me for a moment. They lowered their hands to their sides and stared directly at me. In unison their heads tilted slightly to the side, before they started walking towards me. I guess they could hear me too.
     
    Gunfire broke out from all over the propane depot yard. I heard Marshall’s shotgun and John’s pistols decimating walkers. I fired my own Sig through three magazines and loaded the fourth before there was a break in the action.
     
    The four of us came back together outside the depot office.
     
    “ I probably should have covered this before, but does anyone know how to fill one of these trucks with propane?” I asked.
     
    “ I would bet there is a fill tube and a valve somewhere.” offered John somewhat less than helpfully.
     
    “ Good, that makes you the expert. Figure it out,” I replied unable to keep from grinning.
     
    “ Marshall, Leo, find trucks with keys. I want two full gas tankers at the house.”
     
    Marshall and Leo left to find trucks that worked with the keys they had, while John sauntered over to the huge propane tanks. John was one of those guys that could look at anything and figure out how it works. Marshall and Leo opened the door to one of the trucks, a zombie fell out. His entire body was swollen up like a balloon, it must have reached 150 degrees in the cab of that truck several times over this summer and it hadn’t been good for this corpse. He literally popped when he hit the ground, his skin splitting all the way up his back. Only his shirt kept its liquefied innards from escaping. Marshall smashed his now deflated head with a hammer and stepped up on the gas tank step to get in the truck. Instead of sliding into the driver’s seat, he immediately got out, retched and vomited up his entire lunch all over the already rotten corpse.
     
    “ Oh god,” I overhead him say, “I’m not sure I can stay in that truck. Let’s go open the other door, find your truck and see if it airs out some.”
     
    They walked over to the other truck, which thankfully didn’t have a rotten ghoul in it. Leo climbed up into the cab, while Marshall walked to the back of the truck. ”Push in the clutch and put it in first gear Leo!” He yelled up to the cab. Then with what looked like very little effort, Marshall shoved the truck towards the filling area. “Let out the