by The Eurostar
Edulcore Cicciotto:
"Leave them to me, Ed," Turner says calmly. Then he turns toward me, catches me, and throws me up into the air.
I never really learned how strong this man is. Now I am flying up in the air. Feathers out, and now I am circling above them. I don't see well what's happening down there. I have telescopic vision, but it's not so good in darkness.
Anyway, it looks like Turner is jumping at the two men in the front of the line. Sparks everywhere, but they are still up. I don't believe it's easy to kill the undead.
Meanwhile, the other dead MCCA agents attack, too. And they are dozens. The sight below is incredible, like soaring over madness...
I don't think Turner will stand a chance against them. He is damned powerful, but they seem impervious to the electrical charges. I don't know what difference I can make, but I can't leave him to fight alone.
I am about to close my wings and dive there, when suddenly something happens. It's like an invisible force is reaping the zombies like stems in a field. One after another, they fall down.
Turner stands up and runs toward the two, the one in the military uniform and the one in civvies.
Lighting bolts erupt from Turner's body, but it's by sheer force that he takes them. Every punch opens holes in their skin. His hands strike deep into their bodies, coming out holding vital organs. Yet the two zombies manage to move, trying to grasp his throat, to suffocate him. Turner's right leg kicks Creed between his legs. The body is thrown in air, and falls onto the ground, breaking into many parts.
Then Turner takes the other Turner (what relation could be between the two of them?), and with a single punch smashes his skull, sending decaying pieces of brain to splatter all over. A jump, and he lands right on the head of Creed, which explodes in similar fashion.
Around him, the seemingly unstoppable force is still playing with the zombies. Turner gives a glance to it and then looks up toward me and whistles to be sure I am looking at him. He takes the money bag from the car and signs for me to land near him. He is bruised, but well.
"We need to leave, and fast. Follow me." We run across many dark alleys until he finds the right car, a sleek Maserati that I can't imagine who could have left unguarded right here.
The engine purrs before we can get aboard. The beast darts away like a missile. In the rear mirror, I see a man shooting bullets at us, but we are too fast.
"This is the car of Frank Grassia. He has... a partnership with Tony, the owner of the Li'l Italy Casino in Vegas. He sent the zombies, I think," whispers Turner.
The car speeds on the highway. Soon, many big, shiny, Japanese pick-up trucks begin to follow us. "Frank's boys," Turner utters, his eyes glancing at the fuel counter. The tank is full, thank God.
Bullets whistle around us, and one breaks the rear window. Turner keeps driving, then says, "Eddie, take the wheel!"
He manages to go into the back seat, while I slide into the driver seat. It's been years since I drove a car, since I had to sell my Ferrari and Mercedes back when I was stripped of my Olympic medals, and the sponsors fled away, right when I was elected freak of the year.
In the mirror, I see Turner glowing, not only his eyes but his full body. Then the pick-ups fly into the air and land far away in the fields beside the highway, and into the river below.
"How did...?"
"Magnetic push. I figured that even if the Faraday cage effect prevented my bolts from causing damage, the electrical charge could transform the iron bridge we were crossing into a giant magnet. With a negative charge, it pushed the cars away."
"Now what will we do?"
"I think it'll be better to put more miles between us and New Orleans. Let's head to Florida. In Miami, I know the right place to find the boat."