I was awakened by a loud crash that came from outside of the SUV. As I sat up in my seat, I saw shards of a wood hitting the already shattered windshield. The damage might have been worse, if not for the protective metal panel that covered most of the glass.
I looked around but saw nothing, as the night shadowed everything. I asked Michael what was going on and after turning on the dome light to illuminate the inside, he told me that we had gone through a wooden barrier.
That did not sit well with me as we were already inside Corpseland. Why would anyone put up a containment wall? Unless… I asked Mike if he had any idea where we were. He replied that he had no clue. The last sign we passed said, 'Welcome to Lund' and that had been an hour or so ago.
When I looked out the window I saw a street marker that indicated we were on Highway Six. We had to travel this road all the way through in order to get back on the '93.' But that meant we would have to drive through Ely, the heart of Corpseland.
I told Michael to floor it all of the way through that town and not to stop under any circumstances. I heard the engine begin to run harder and felt the vehicle surge forward. Within seconds we had sped past open fields of what I believed to be the outskirts of Ely.
As we turned into the town proper, I saw lighted street lamps lining the sidewalk that stretched completely through the city. I wondered, how could this be Ely? It still had power. I did not know of any place (other then Haven) that had working electricity.
We sped down the road as I looked out the small slot that was cut out from the protective metal paneling. I saw many older buildings that had been boarded up. As we drove past an old abandoned bank, a loud bang came from beneath the SUV.
Michael shrieked that he had just hit something! I told him not to stop; whatever he hit was dead and there was no reason to turn back. I could tell he wanted to go check on whatever he had hit, but I told him that nothing could have lived through the impact, not even an Unlucky.
But I was proven wrong, as a bloodied Unlucky crawled from beneath the SUV and onto the hood. It began to swipe at the metal panel, trying to get inside. Even though we were safe on the other side of the glass, Michael started to become nervous.
He started to yell that he couldn’t see the road in front of him, and with another crash, the vehicle almost came to a complete stop. Looking out the side slot, my stomach twisted into a knot when I saw that we had run into hundreds of Unluckys. Several bodies became impaled on the makeshift spikes that had been welded onto the font of the SUV some hours ago. We barely maintained any speed as we climbed up and over those beasts. The sound of bones cracking, as well as howls of pain rang through the vehicle.
The SUV teetered back and forth as we made our way through the growing crowd and bounced over the corpses that were beneath us. At one point the vehicle was completely covered with Unluckys, all trying to claw their way inside the SUV. My heart began to race and I felt the urge to kill starting to work its way up in me. But I knew I had to keep my wits about me; I could not afford to black out and get everyone killed.
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