He screams too. I crawl away from him as fast as I can, until his voice finally cuts through my fear. It's not Jake! I turn my head back - ready to take off - and look at the man who is walking slowly toward me. Terror shows on his own face, his arms stretched out toward me as he begs me to stop. "Please, I won't hurt you. We have to get out of here. There's a man inside shooting everyone. We have to hurry." I nod furiously as I turn and crawl back toward him as fast as I can. He helps me up and holds my arm as I hop as fast as I can to the truck. When he pulls me to the right at the same time I pull to the left, we stumble. "Screw you, buddy! I'm driving," I inform him, daring him to argue with me. But he just nods and helps me to the drivers seat. When I'm inside, he runs to the other side and jumps in. Almost before the door shuts, I stomp on the gas. The other man pulls out a pocket knife and starts sawing away at the ropes still binding my wrists. As I drive around the armory, we see the entire front gate swarming with undead.
