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out!” came Einstein’s voice as they neared the stretch of bridge that would turn into freeway.
    Hovering directly above them were two more helicopters with snipers hanging off the sides, putting bullets into living and dead brains alike.
    The moment the Harley was free from the collapsing bridge, Dallas zigged and zagged in and out of more stalled cars as bullets pinged all around her. One shattered her Plexiglas windshield, but she just kept pushing her limits until she could get off the freeway and into the more industrial areas of Oakland.
    As Dallas flew down the freeway, she noted fewer and fewer cars in the gridlock, but only a dozen or so of the man eaters. Clearly, they had made their way off the bridge, which must have been why the helicopters turned back to the bridge to continue firing on those creatures that had made it off the bridge.
    Way up ahead, she could see cop cars on their way, so she took the next exit into the warehouse district until Roper said, “Dallas, slow down. It’s okay. We’re not being followed. The choppers are busy elsewhere.”
    Dallas was gripping the handlebars so tightly that slowing down took longer than normal. When she finally came to a stop and turned to look at her passengers, she realized Einstein had wet himself. He was incredibly pale and needed their help to dismount.
    Roper had Einstein on one arm, the shotgun butt on her hip, and for the most part, she didn’t appear the least bit phased. “Easy, kid. It’s okay. We’re okay.”
    “I’m...I’ve never...” He blushed, his cheeks coloring his shame.
    “Don’t sweat it,” Dallas said. “I’ve seen grown men barf on their own shoes before. We’re all scared, Einstein. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
    Dallas walked around the bike inspecting it from every angle. She found two other bullet holes: one in the sissy bar, another in her saddlebag. “You guys didn’t get hit?”
    “Hell no,” Roper said. “You were awesome. Mario Andretti has nothing on you, man. That was brilliant riding.”
    Dallas knelt down to check the engine. There was something about the silence of the warehouse district that made her skin crawl.
    “Did you guys see the man eaters off to the side of the road?” Einstein asked.
    Roper nodded. Dallas was still examining the engine.
    “Unless those cops and snipers can kill every one of those undead, our problems have just begun.”
    “I saw at least three dozen once we got off the bridge,” Roper said, wiping off the blade of her enormous buck knife on a piece of newspaper that had fluttered by.
    “Uh...you always carry a huge knife around?” Dallas asked over the gas tank.
    She nodded and lifted the leg of her jeans up to reveal a sheath attached to her boots. “Never leave home without it.”
    Dallas could only grin. “Well, it sure came in handy.”
    Roper peeked around to the other side of the motorcycle at Dallas before tracing her fingertips over the personalized license plate. “Your name really Dallas?”
    Dallas nodded, wiping her hands on her chaps. She’d found no more holes. “It is. My parents thought it was cute to name me for where I was conceived.”
    Roper turned to Einstein. “And your name is?”
    He smiled. “Einstein will do.”
    Dallas tried her cell phone, but received a message that the circuits were all busy. “What are the chances that those things will spread in the East Bay?”
    Einstein looked up in thought. “I saw a ton of them moving parallel to the freeway. I don’t think the snipers saw them all or could get them all. This got out of hand right from the getgo.”
    “Well, at least a good number of them sank to the bottom of the bay.”
    Einstein shook his head. “That’s just it. That won’t kill any of them.”
    Roper and Dallas cut him a look. “What?”
    “Look, everyone knows the only way to kill the undead is to shut down the control center...the brain. Now I’m not saying these things are zombies, but they sure as hell are