“If you’re fast, I’d say our chances are good.”
“Me? So I’m the make-or-break part of this team? What if you’re the one who’s not fast enough?” She double-checks that her humanity flags are evenly spaced around her waist.
“If one of us gets infected, the rest of us have to leave them,” James says. “Deal? If this were real, that’s what we’d do.”
“I don’t plan on having any of my flags taken, though,” Dani says, “so there’s nothing to worry about there.”
Cassidy pushes her way through the crowd. “If one of us gets attacked by zombies, the others better come help.”
“Geez, C,” Ivy says. “Way to get back here on time.”
Cassidy looks up at the huge digital display near the starting line, grabs her number and puts it on. “There’s plenty of time. We’ve got a whole two minutes.”
“Where’s Touch?” Ivy asks.
My stomach tightens as I look around for him. It killed me to see Ivy pushing him around campus—a visual reminder that someone else would be better for her. A clean-cut guy who comes from a nice family. I met Touch my freshman year on the football team and we’ve partied together a few times, so I know what I’m talking about. A guy like him has way more to offer her than I do.
“Yeah, I ran into him back there.” Cassidy adjusts the entry number pinned to her sleeve. “For a minute, I thought he was planning to run in the race, but it turns out he just came to watch. He’ll be near the halfway point to cheer us on.”
The entry gun sounds and the race begins.
The first quarter mile is just running over a wide gravel road. Kelly and Reese take off ahead of us. So much for teamwork. James, Cassidy, and Dani are in front of us and Ivy and I are in the back. We haven’t seen any zombies or gone over any obstacles yet. We’re just loosening our muscles and establishing our pace. The first part is designed to let the cluster of runners thin out as the faster ones outpace the slower ones.
The course leads us into a trail through the woods, so we have to run single file. We hear the first zombie before we see it. Or rather, we hear other people who are seeing it—the group of frat guys in front of us screams like a bunch of little girls.
“Oh shit,” Dani says over her shoulder. “This is it, you guys.”
“Bring it on.” Ivy reaches back and I give her a low five.
“I’m with you, babe,” I tell her. “Remember, guys, it could be an individual or a whole horde, and watch the bushes for crawlers.”
“So let me get this straight,” James says. “Even though you helped organize this run, you didn’t get any advance knowledge of where the zombies are being stationed? Didn’t you at least see a map with the hiding places marked?”
“Nope.”
“You’re useless, Priestly. You know that?”
Some of James’s insults are funny and some aren’t. This one falls into the second category.
A zombie dressed in a ragged suit and tie lumbers out in front of us. Dani sprints ahead and gets past him. James shrieks like a little girl. Cassidy doubles over with laughter and a walker emerging from the bushes yanks her flag.
“Hey!”
Now it’s James’s turn to laugh at her. In fact, he’s still laughing when Cassidy catches up to him.
“That totally should’ve been you, James. Not me.”
He blows her a smart-ass kiss. “It’s called karma and sometimes it’s a bitch.”
She punches him in the arm. “Anyone who screams like that deserves to have his flag yanked.” She quickens her pace to catch up to Dani.
James glances at me, a huge grin on his face. I totally know what he’s thinking.
There’s a large puddle of muddy water up ahead. We can’t tell how deep it is. As everyone is strategizing how to get through it, something flashes in my peripheral vision.
“Watch out. Zombie invasion. Nine o’clock.”
Ivy looks to the left and barely misses getting her humanity flag taken. I start to yell something, but then a twig snaps to my right. Before I can move, a crawler in a clown suit grabs one of my flags. I jump away, but in the process my foot slips and I fall to my knees. Five more clown zombies, walkers this time, close in on me.
“Jon,” Ivy screams, circling back. “I’ll divert them. Get up and run.”
She waves her arms at them like she’s directing airplane traffic at the airport. “Over here. Over here. Oh my God, I hate clowns. I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
I have no idea if the zombies have been instructed to react that way, but it seems to work. The ones bearing down on me are now heading toward her. I get up and skirt around them and soon we’re past the muddy water and back on the trail.
“Nice job,” she says.
“You, too. Thanks for saving me.”
“No problem, except that I hate clowns.”
“Well, thank you for facing your fears to save me.”
“You’re welcome,” she says, smiling. She looks down and suddenly her smile is gone. “Crap, Jon. You only have one flag left.”
“What?” I check my belt. She’s right. “I don’t understand. Only one zombie got close enough.”
“He must’ve grabbed two of them.”
“Damn clown zombie.”
“I knew there was a reason I hated them. Along with freaking me the hell out, they cheat.”
Up ahead where the path widens, a tire obstacle looms. Zombies aren’t allowed to attack humans on the obstacles, so we’ll be safe once we get there. Dani and Cassidy have just made it through and James is in the middle. Still no sign of Kelly and Reese. They must be way up ahead by now.
Ivy grabs my hand and we run through the obstacle, taking care not to trip. Even though we used to do a similar exercise in football, Ivy is much faster than me. Just as we step out of the last tire, we hear more screaming.
We look at each other. “James,” we say in unison.
Maybe it’s time to get off the trail. “Do you want to head into the woods and bypass the area all together?”
“Why not?” she says. “It’s worth a try.”
But the minute we leave the main trail, I can tell it’s a mistake. There are at least a dozen zombies that step out from behind various trees, blocking the way. We turn around to go back, but two have stepped in behind us. We’re surrounded.
“Go on ahead,” I tell Ivy. “You have all three of your flags left. You can still make it.”
“No,” she says breathlessly. “I’m not abandoning you. We do this together. Your fate is my fate.”
I know this is only a race, but my heart literally swells just now.
But then a zombie lunges at me. I recognize him from one of my upper level chemistry classes. I sidestep away, but I’m not fast enough. He reaches out, his fingers skimming over my one remaining flag, but Ivy is faster and jerks me away.
Two more zombies come at us, but they’re walkers and easy to avoid. I’m not sure how we do it, but somehow we avoid that horde unscathed.
We high-five each other and continue running the course.
The next obstacle is the mud pit. Again, Cassidy and Dani are the first ones out and James is in the middle. They’re covered head to toe in mud.
I hear moaning to my left and turn just in time to see a shambler. “Go,” I yell to Ivy. “They can’t touch us in there.”
We surge ahead and jump into the mud. Almost immediately, I slip. Ivy tries to yank me back to my feet, but I can’t get any traction. “You go on ahead,” I tell her. “I’ll be right behind you.”
“Shut the hell up.” She’s covered in mud, including a big splotch on her cheek, so it’s hard to take her seriously. “I’d rather face a world with you as a zombie than a world without you. Humanity is overrated.”
“Aw, I’m touched. You’d love me even if I were a monster?”
“Even if you were a monster.”