5. We’re All Going to Die
I came around pretty quickly, I think. The level and color of the light outside hadn’t changed much. By then, I kind of liked the idea of unconsciousness. I knew, without really thinking about it, that I was going to have to do something dangerous and difficult when I came out of it.
I could tell by the screams. And the hammering.
The sound of the crash must have drawn a lot of attention, because sure enough, when I blinked and coughed the gunpowder-y residue off my face and sat up straight enough to see over the puffy, white, well-meaning cushion that had knocked me out, at least ten or twelve zombies, probably all that had been within earshot, were gathered around the car, screaming, hammering, and searching for any possible weakness in my protection. They w
