They keep coming at us, embers burning in their rotting hands. Sometimes the hands are so decomposed, the coals burn straight through them. We pick the human torches off as soon as they get close enough to hit with the foam from our fire extinguishers. We neutralize the glowing coals, but they keep coming at us with more. I don’t think these extinguishers are going to make much of a difference, not with the house next door on fire. Once the trees catch alight it’s only a matter of time before Eric’s house does too.
I never knew Eric’s next-door neighbors, they always kept to themselves, so I don’t know how to feel when I see them run out of the house, kits in hand, only to get bitten by a waiting mob of the undead. Despair starts to creep over my consciousness, just like it did last night. I watch as groups of parasites go to other houses and set them on fire. We’ve got our kits, we’re all suited and booted for flight, but where can we run? The only house they’re not bothering to burn is Laura’s and that’s probably because they know it’s not worth the effort if there’s nobody at home. The moment we enter it, it will become the next target.
I’ve already tried to summon help. I shot off another flare as the zombies made their slow and deliberate way over here, but there’s no sound of helicopters coming to our rescue. I’m thinking about how bad things must be all over if troops can’t be spared to check out a line of homes on fire. I’m still thinking about it when my extinguisher sputters and dies. “I’m out!” I shout to Ghost. This is followed by Houston and KC echoing “Me too!”
I sure hope that creepy kid has a plan.