“Just a little longer, Fox,” I murmured. “I’ll get you home.”
Max jumped in immediately, planting himself between her and the door, a low growl building again.
Good.
I slid into the driver’s seat with the keys in hand. The engine roared to life—deep, heavy, and powerful.
Way too fucking loud, but it didn’t matter at this point.
“Straight out,” Stain said, climbing into the back seat.
“Really?” I glared at him.
“Take it easy, big guy. I was just trying to help.” He held out his hands in a placating gesture.
The mirrors cleared the frame by inches.
“A little to the left.” Stain muttered.
I adjusted as the front tires bumped over the threshold. Then the frame caught hard, and we jerked to a stop, metal grinding against metal.
“Fuck!” I growled out.
“Don’t stop pressing the gas,” Stain snapped.
I glared at him, still pressing the pedal to the floor. “No shit!”
The engine roared louder, tires spinning for half a second before catching. The frame screamed as it tore free?—
Then the truck dropped out into the lot with a heavy thud.
“They definitely heard that,” Stain grunted.
The infected were already moving toward us. Way faster than before.
“Fuck—here they come!” Stain yelled, already pulling out his gun.
I hit the gas, and the truck surged forward, heavier but much stronger than the last one.
A body slammed into the side. Then another.
Hands scraped along the doors, teeth snapping at the glass.
I kept going, not bothering to look because I didn’t give a fuck about anything but getting Taryn home.
“Left!” Stain shouted, firing out the window.
I cut hard.
The back end fishtailed, tires catching just enough to keep us from spinning out.
We clipped a cart, sending it flying.
Max shifted beside Taryn, growling. I glanced over for half a second and saw her head rolling slightly with the motion of the truck.
“Stay with me, Fox,” I muttered.
Something stepped into the road ahead, but I didn’t swerve. I hit the fucker head-on. The impact jolted through the frame, but the truck didn’t slow.
