Thread: Book with the spine marked ' Not so Everlong'

Gasp ! A spasm of creativity! -------------------- Revving like an open air monster, the throttle continued to be fanned while the mass of metal continued around a corner. Old in design and visual aesthetics, but under the hood this creature happened to be a brand new animal. Watching the RPMs bounce on one gauge before another made the driver worry, the eyes of the operator would come up to see the figure of something he'd been running from. Shambling out from between a downed fence and a bush, the half-rotten walker was moving towards the noise of the massive v-8 engine. Pedal to the floor and steering wheel turning towards the lifeless and up right thing, a simple meaty thud came before the undead went flying right back threw the downed fence. With fresh red across the silver paint job, a ram's head would be seen resting upon the hood of the vehicle. Light broken out and hanging by a pair of wires, the speeding hunk of metal kept on a steady pace. Flipping over channels on the AMFM only static and yelling came to be heard. A handful of radio stations where still on automated or computer ran feed, but would eventually need to be checked on by humans... if any where left. Giving a disgruntled curse, this driver bathed in the dark of the light evening would only have it's vague out line showed by the passing of still up right and lit street lamps or the rare reflection of the remaining headlight off of glass. Taking a long drag off of a cigarette a few more curses came as more staggering masses of dead flesh kept coming. The street had opened up around the corner leaving the driver's work... but more seemed to crawl out of the wood works. Taking the engine up to another high idle while the tires kept the metal beast almost floating across the pavement. Each hit was a little tug against the grip on the steering wheel, while more blood sprayed the hood and side fenders. Each impact less impressive from the first which looked as if the zombie simply exploded. Coming to the next corner, the head light now casting a blinding red light would catch the flickering of what looked like stars painting the street and ground beyond. Windshield washer fluid and the wipers quickly showed the many 'stars' to be the reflection of lifeless eyes staring at the massive truck. Slamming on the brakes before cranking the wheel hard, this truck managed to leave an impressive length of tire marks before getting turned nearly a hundred-and-eighty degrees. The horde of undead seemed to start shambling, running, and moving altogether as quickly as possible towards the metal and blood coated truck. With exhaust screaming loudly and the driver just as loudly shouting, the single vehicle would lead the mob of zombies back the direction it had came. Holy shit... I need to start going to church more often... Not now, lets not waste this opening... run ! Two would-be survivors which had their backs against a wall while swinging crude weapons to fend off the flesh eaters... had simply been saved by the loud big block of the truck trying to flee. Perhaps I should have taken the re-bar. remarked one carrying a bent golf club. Ya-think? came the sharp tone of the other companion, carrying and ax handle.