far, after all; the only thing keeping us alive was the fact that we had a motorcycle and the zombies didnt.
I glimpsed the mob waiting for us as we reached the top. They were standing no more than three deep. Fifteen feet would see us clear.
Liftoff.
Its amazing what you can use for a ramp, given the right motivation. Someones collapsed fence was blocking half the road, jutting up at an angle, and I hit it at about fifty miles an hour. The handlebars shuddered in my hands like the horns of a mechanical bull, and the shocks werent doing much better. I didnt even have to check the road in front of us because the moaning started as soon as we came into view. Theyd blocked our exit fairly well while Shaun played with his little friend, and mindless plague carriers or not, they had a better grasp of the local geography than we did. We still had one advantage: Zombies arent good at predicting suicide charges. And if theres a better term for driving up the side of a hill at fifty miles an hour with the goal of actually achieving flight when you run out of up, I dont think I want to hear it.
The front wheel rose smoothly and the back followed, sending us into the air with a jerk that looked effortless and was actually scarier than hell. I was screaming. Shaun was whooping with gleeful understanding. And then everything was in the hands of gravity, which has never had much love for the terminally stupid. We hung in the air for a heart-stopping moment, still shooting forward. At least I was fairly sure the impact would kill us.
The laws of physics and the hours of work Ive put into constructing and maintaining my bike combined to let the universe, for once, show mercy. We soared over the zombies, coming down on one of the few remaining stretches of smooth road with a bone-bruising jerk that nearly ripped the handlebars out of my grip. The front wheel went light on impact, trying to rise up, and I screamed, half terrified, half furious with Shaun for getting us into this situation in the first place. The handlebars shuddered harder, almost wrenching my arms out of their sockets before I hit the gas and forced the wheel back down. Id pay for this in the morning, and not just with the repair bills.
Not that it mattered. We were on level ground, we were upright, and there was no moaning ahead. I hit the gas harder as we sped toward the outskirts of town, with Shaun whooping and cheering behind me like a big suicidal freak.
Asshole, I muttered, and drove on.
News is news and spin is spin, and when you introduce the second to the first, what you have isnt news anymore. Hey, presto, youve created opinion.
Dont get me wrong, opinion is powerful. Being able to be presented with differing opinions on the same issue is one of the glories of a free media, and it should make people stop and think. But a lot of people dont want to. They dont want to admit that whatever line being touted by their idol of the moment might not be unbiased and without ulterior motive. Weve got people who claim Kellis-Amberlee was a plot by the Jews, the gays, the Middle East, even a branch of the Aryan Nation trying to achieve racial purity by killing the rest of us. Whoever orchestrated the creation and release of the virus masked their involvement with a conspiracy of Machiavellian proportions, and now they and their followers are sitting it out, peacefully immunized, waiting for the end of the world.
Pardon the expression, but I can smell the bullshit from here. Conspiracy? Cover up? Im sure there are groups out there crazy enough to think killing thirty-two percent of the worlds population in a single summer is a good ideaand remember, thats a conservative estimate, since weve never gotten accurate death tolls out of Africa, Asia, or parts of South Americabut are any of them nuts enough to do it by turning what used to be Grandma loose to chew on people at random? Zombies dont respect conspiracy. Conspiracy is for the living.
This piece is opinion. Take it as you will. But get your opinions the hell away from my news.
From Images May Disturb You,
the blog of Georgia Mason, September 3, 2039
Zombies are pretty harmless as long as you treat them with respect. Some