Jay barely gets a second to think about it before the collision. There's a deafening sound and his hand scrapes against the bark of the tree and Jay's blinking, splayed flat across the...oh. That's not good. He should move.
Jay pulls himself to his feet, but it's harder than he remembers. It feels like everything's been tilted by a few degrees, and standing's hard enough without those two pairs of milky white eyes watching him stumble. The leftmost one starts toward him, and Jay sways on his feet. He has to get away. He has to run.
Wait. Tim.
Jay lurches sideways, giving the two after him a wide berth and circling around to the opposite side of the car. He blinks, but it's like someone's stretched plastic wrap across his eyes. Where's Tim, where's Tim, where's Tim?
There. Crouched next to the car, pulling himself upright. The walkers around him look worse off, but not by much; a few seem like they're starting to get their bearings. He has to move now.
Jay darts in, grabbing Tim's arm. "Come on, come on." He pulls, tries to get Tim on his feet, and nearly loses his balance in the process.
three hun-dred six-ty five de-grees. BURNIN' DOWN THE HOUSE.
Jay barely gets a second to think about it before the collision. There's a deafening sound and his hand scrapes against the bark of the tree and Jay's blinking, splayed flat across the...oh. That's not good. He should move.
Jay pulls himself to his feet, but it's harder than he remembers. It feels like everything's been tilted by a few degrees, and standing's hard enough without those two pairs of milky white eyes watching him stumble. The leftmost one starts toward him, and Jay sways on his feet. He has to get away. He has to run.
Wait. Tim.
Jay lurches sideways, giving the two after him a wide berth and circling around to the opposite side of the car. He blinks, but it's like someone's stretched plastic wrap across his eyes. Where's Tim, where's Tim, where's Tim?
There. Crouched next to the car, pulling himself upright. The walkers around him look worse off, but not by much; a few seem like they're starting to get their bearings. He has to move now.
Jay darts in, grabbing Tim's arm. "Come on, come on." He pulls, tries to get Tim on his feet, and nearly loses his balance in the process.
Behind them, the stereo's started to fail. The sound's distorted, crackling at the edges, but still unfortunately recognizable.