“Get down!” he father yelled and all of them dropped to the dirt.
“Can you tell how many there are?” Jewels, whispered.
“It might just be one,” he said back. “But that doesn’t mean there might not be more around, or his shooting isn’t summoning more dead-heads.”
A loud rattling was heard next. Emily couldn’t tell what it was. It sounded like rocks banging around in a rolling trash can.
Spencer yelled, “Look out!”
It took her a second to understand why, but then she saw it too. Somehow the shooter had freed the zombies and they began to lurch toward her family.
“Alright no one panic,” Her father said over the growls of the approaching undead. “That’s what he’s going to expect us to do. He also is going to expect us to shoot the zombies, which will help give away our position, so right now no one fire. You got that?”
No one argued with him and the zombies drew in closer.
“Dad, what are we going to do?” Spencer asked.
“Hold tight,” their father said, while looking through the scoop of his rifle. “No one shots at my family,” he said under his breath. When the zombies drew within twenty feet of him, he took out his dagger and rapped it on the barrel of his gun. The metal tings proved enough to draw the attentions of all three undead and they lumbered his way.
Emily panicked. “Dad, what are you doing?”
“Stay put and aim your rifle to the left side of the baseball dug out other there.”
She did as he asked.
Then, when the zombies stood over him, her father bolted to his feet. Shoots rang out, but only impacted the zombies, as he father backpedaled a few feet. He brought up his gun and fired. Emily joined in with her rifle.
“Emily keep firing. Jewels, grab Spence and retreat. I’m aborting our mission for today.”
The unknown man fired off a few rounds, but then retreated. Her father grabbed her arm and soon they did the same. For a few tense minutes they retraced their steps while keeping the fleeing forms of Jewels and Spencer in sight.
Once they reached the desert he took them up to the top of a small rise and stopped. Her father looked back the way they had come.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Whoever that was is following us.”
“But why would he do that?”
“I hate to say this sweetie, but he might want you.”
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