[an austin entry]
Adam spoke to me again. Right before he passed out in the middle of Speedway, the street that bisects campus. This was two days ago, when we attempted a food run. The heat had just been too much for him to handle. He hadn't been eating or sleeping much for days. I was in the lead with Adam behind me when I heard "Dagan" between panting breaths. I turned to see that he had already dropped to his knees five feet behind me. Adam's bag of canned food pulled him backward and his head bounced of the pavement with the sound of someone thumping a ripe cantaloupe. It's hard to explain what happened next, time didn't really slow down like I've heard it described in books. For me time began to flicker. Spastic, wrenching visions I could hardly understand.
I saw blood on the pavement below Adam's head, then Sandra kneeling at his side. I was there, I grabbed Adam by the shoulder and something grabbed me by the shoulder. I wasn't thinking. Yellowed teeth dripping. I didn't turn. I saw a flap of hair hanging from the back of Adams head when Sandra lifted it to cradle in her lap. The sour taste of vomit in my mouth. I think I saw a small pool of blood actually begin to boil on the man hole cover that had stopped Adam's head in its fall to earth. Homer's knee hit me in the chest knocking me to the ground as he rushed forward putting all of his 200 pound weight behind the bat that had just zipped past the top of my head and into the outstretched mouth of the zed that had grabbed my shoulder. I saw none of it. I saw a cloudless blue sky with a hint of purple.
Then I was jerked to my feet. Time clicked back into place.
That's when I realized I had dropped my oar when I saw Adam fall, as had Sandra. Both of our weapons were now out of reach and Adams bat had rolled into a sewer drain. Of the five of us only Homer and Chants had held onto their weapons, and blood was in the air.
Hundreds of un-dead co-eds surrounded us. Mine and Sandra's sharpened boat oars were only out of reach due to the sheer number of zed's that had filled the street. They flowed in around us like a wailing stream of stinking death.
Then with the sound of a Detroit V8 pushing notes of fury out dual borla exhaust, there he was. Rolling in on twenty-four inch chrome wheels, a hero in a Cadillac of salvation.
Our hero plowed the shiny Escalade into the thickest group of zeds before yanking the wheel and pulling as tight and fast a loop around our position as possible. The turning radius was so poor that he actually had to put it in reverse to get close enough to our tattered group to throw open the locks and let us board. Homer and Chants kept their backs to the Escalade dispatching the few remaining zeds the cadi. hadn't flattened while Sandra and I loaded Adam in.
We're safe for now, but moving is still a necessity. The Cadillac had to be abandoned for the time, but I feel it will facilitate our ultimate survival once all plans are in order. Jackson Henry, was our hero that day and many since, but I'll save his story for another day. The moans grow louder.
Godspeed.
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