Already, the bucket tractors were in play, scooping up killed Zeds like so much burning shit. They dumped the corpses into the backs of the city dump trucks. The first full load followed two backhoes out of the town to the south. The crew would find a spot to dig a new hole on top of a hill in the fields a couple miles away. It would have to be a big pit to hold all the corpses this time around. Danny ignored it all as he carried the woman on his shoulder to the firehouse. She stirred, grumbled, and cursed. After one outburst, he smacked her on the ass with his free hand. She yelped as pain streaked through her shattered leg. Tony carried his commander’s rifle as they made their way through town. They splashed through the little creek, now flooding because it was clogged with Zed corpses. A crew already worked to clear the stream, but they had to dodge the pockets of floating napalm as it drifted with the sluggish current. The pop of a pistol signaled that the work crew had found a wiggler.
