We get Jenny to the ambulance and she starts shrieking. I wince at her loud cries and look around. There are people coming out of their homes, looking at us with a combination of concern and what the fuck.
“Leet’s get her in to the ambulance and then I need to eaat,” Dan says.
I look at him, worried. He’s sweating like a pig and I can see some mucus coming from his nose.
I hurriedly open the door to the ambulance and get the ramp down. Dan gets behind the stretcher and pushes it up the ramp.
“Shouldn’t we be doing that together?” I ask.
“I jussst wannnt to get out of heeree.”
“I think we need to get you looked at partner. I’ll drive.”
Dan just nods and sits down beside Jenny, who’s still shrieking her head off.
“Can you give her another sedative?” I ask.
“Suurre.”
I secure the ramp and close the back door. I’m walking to the driver side door of the ambulance when a middle aged white woman accosts.
“What’s going on? What are you doing with Jenny?”
“I’m taking her to hospital, Ma’am. Now I need to go. This is an emergency.”
“What happened to her?”
“That’s none of your business, Ma’am. Now I need to leave.”
I open to the door to the ambulance and get in and shut the door on her.
“Fucking bitch,” I mutter to myself. Entitled white women like her think it’s their prerogative to interrogate me no matter what I’m doing, because of the color of my skin. I switch on the ambulance siren and then look over my shoulder at Dan, who’s quietly rocking back and forth. Jenny is still shrieking.
“Did you give her a sedative, partner?”
“Yuhhh,”
“Ok. Well, let’s get you both looked at.”
I start the ambulance and do a three point turn so I can get back to the main road. The people have cleared off the street and watch as we leave. I turn right on the main road and put the pedal to the metal.
“Can we stop somewhere to get something to eat?” Dan asks. “I’m sooo hungry.”
“Buddy, we’ll get you hooked up with food when we get to the hospital. It’ll be hospital food, but you can pig out to your heart’s content. I gotta get you both back there.”
“I can’t waaiiiittt. I’m so unnnggrrrry.”
Dan abruptly leans down and bites Jenny, who shrieks in surprise and pain.
“What the fuck, Dan? What are you doing?”
Dan leans back up and makes a face and spits out the flesh he just bit.
“She tastes weird. Wonder what you taste like,” he says and eyes me like I’m a prize steak.
Author’s note: This is a short story excerpt set in the Zombie Apocalypse Call Center Universe. Each week I’ll write another part of the story on here. If you enjoy, check out the Zombie Apocalypse Call Center series and my free story, The Zombie Apocalypse Convenience Store
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