The Truckening {3/3}

"NO AMOUNT OF GOD PLOT BULLSHIT IS STOPPING ME."

I yelled tho only a coarse voice that sounded like it came from one of those 50 year old women that say smoking doesn't affect their children only for them to come out with the intelectual capacity of oblivion NPCs.

Now would be a good time to mention that while i was giving hell a test run while stumbling through the fiery wreck i stumbled and fell and was now crawling out as i could feel the fire slowly and mercilessly consuming my leg to the bone, luckily most of the nerves just burnt off so i kept going.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

A horrified family of five that stepped out of their car due to the wreck obstruction was staring at me, they were all in shock probably, i don't blame them, i look like an overly zealous Walking dead fan.

"HAHAHAHAHA"

My laugh which i only kept doing in order to male sure that familys therapy bill is as high as possible was now was sounding raspier and more worn out than ever, i know no longer had air to churn it out, i inhale audibly through my throat even tho it felt like i was breathing the radiation from the demon core.

I then looked directly at the family of five... i think, my vision is quite blurry.

"Ha .... Ha ... Ha Ha ... Ha ..Ha ....ha"

I said as i got up slowly, the leg that was burnt into looking like the wooden stub of captain black beard was luckily the broken leg, the other one was nicely roasted Texan BBQ style but somehow the muscles still kept listening to their manager even tho they handed in their two week notice long ago.

Oh ... the plan, i got absorbed into pshychiatry bill prank too much... thoughts get muddy again... must move ... must ..... move

****

The creatures eyelids were getting lower and lower as its gaze to the overpass from above, a massive highway was buzily being home to dozens of cars ... among which a semi trucks breaks were malfunctioning as it arrived just in front of the traffic jam caused by the occupants getting out of their cars to look at the two city blocks that seemed to be plucked straight out of a dystopian war film.

Fire enveloped the streets as four trucks seemed to have accidents on one street and exactly parallel to it two more were at the center of the most intense fire any of those concerned citizens had ever seen, not only were the two vehicles burning but all around them fire seemed to be engulfing everything in an area of roughly 5 meters.

But most shocking of all was the walking corpse sitting in the middle of the street staring directly at them.

"screech"

The semi truck driver like the many truckers before him swerved, in front of him was an extreanly difficult choice, the cars were blocking the middle lane, he could plow through them most likely causing some to be pushed into the small crowd of people watching the events bellow with their mouths agape, to his left there was the crowd, to his right an incoming train, the only options he would survive were middle and left.

But the people, he couldn't take the train either because the truck would be pushed into the piled up cars once again pushing them into civiian.

Unlike many of the truckers before who panicked and did whatever the last thought in their staggered minds were he calmly veered to the left, not towards the crowd but towards the ledge in front of them, his angle of attack was too sharp so he should easily break through and not get redirected into the crowd.

Ezikiel like his parents before him was a man of god, he closed his eyes, clutched the golden cross hanging at his neck and prayed, he thought of his daughters wife family, he felt torn to his core over the pain and anguish they'd have to endure, he and his wife lived frugally every day while spending most of their money on their daughters and the rest in their college funds.

Trucking didn't pay too well and he didn't get to see them often but when he did he spoiled them rotten, theme parks, shooting ranges, fancy restaurants hell even disneyland which was a nightmare to budget he hoped these memories were joyous enough for them to remember him by.

"Thud"

"Skrrr"

Ezikiel was mangled beyond life instantly when the cabin impacted the ground.

The semi truck struck the ground face first and now had momentum that would push the cargo container the truck was carrying which was now vertical to the ground directly upon the mangled walking pile of flesh.

It just stood there barely processing the scene, it lifted its arm up and tried limping away but gravity was faster.

The container was heavy and fast ripping Doms imobile leg and functioning arm clean off and making him stagger forward.

He kept mumbling to himself as he kept hopping seemingly undisturbed where almost everyone would've gone into shock, but then again he should've gone into shock a long long time ago yet here he is hopping forward, periodically falling down yet despite his lack of arms somehow managing to get up with one single leg and his arms stump.

"lihbr.. librhry zig za..zagzi.. clik ... xlick ctrl alt c... chonthrol COUGH alt C...then U th..then bag fhor dh..doging... "

Dom now made it to the library, he knew this downtown area like the back of his hand and he has been to this library many times, he started struggling to climb the stairs being forced to reduce his hopping to a crawl due to the elevation, he used the stump of his hand his chin and his working leg to propell himself fourth.

Up above however the semi truck drivers selfless act was not enough as unbeknownst to him one singular tire flew off,at the right speed right angle, fell directly into the path of the train in just the right way so a singular tire made it derail, as the momentum of it's thousands of tones of cargo pushed it forth it spread the cars apart like they were air.

The locomotive struck the crowd as it continued scraping against the ledge killing every single civilian watching the show in a 30 meter long line, it's first 20 cargo wagons following it's lead, they each smashed against the ledge each impact making it croak as if it would break at any moment but it did not, the combined friction of the derailment pavement cars and now redirected momentum made them just slow enough to not break through.

Instead they all hit the ledge and continued scraping against it as the 100 other wagons kept pushing against the friction which generated sparks everywhere.

The ledge also scraped against the incredibly strong straps holding the contents of the first 20 wagons down, it scraped and scraped until 15 started breaking all around the same area and one of them was weakened enough to break sending its cargo in a directly towards the zombie.

What was it's cargo ? oh why military trucks for a large scale logistics exercise of course the first truck hit the stairs however the creature seemed to be climbing in weird patterns not really zig zags, not really straight either.

The first truck missed and actually had the effect of producing some wind and rubble that actually pushed the thing forward, not to mention it broke through the locked door, sure Dom gained some more injuries from the rubble but he did not much care.

It made it inside.

The rest of the trucks as if through a contingency plan instead landed on the building, it was a residential building and it's first floor was retail space commissioned by the local municipality to stitch together a bootleg library to meet some education quota initiative for extra funds.

The trucks broke through the first of 7 floors, somehow it landed directly in the area where no support beams would stop it's descend, then the second truck landed exactly on top of the first , the third, then fourth, the amalgamation of metal wreckage was now on fire and just above the first floor, then the fifth broke through.

The area they all coincidentally fell on top of was the computer lab of the library. The area fell quiet for a bit, only the crackling of the fire encompassing everything, not because there was no one around, quite the contrary, the ruckus was heard by everyone within a 9 block square, many rushed to their windows to see what it was all about.

On the first street where the wreckege of four trucks blocked the passage of traffic was bustling with voices, some panicked, some confused, some just yelling fire as they rushed out of the buildings.

Several fire alarms were even set off, here however, at the library it was all quiet, everyone who rushed to their windows stood baffled by the incomprehensible site they were seeing, there a fire encompassing the entire street lit ablaze as if a strip of hell itself had ascended.

tTwo parents were tightly hugging their three children as they were showered by the remains of the spectators from above that were still trickling down on them.

They stood in front of a semi truck with a crushed red cabin ... but the cabins paint was white... there was also the burning wreckage of a building with one fourth of it entirely collapsed to the first floor and flames reaching up to 5 meters in height danced just above the collapse.

Not to mention the baffling site of a one legged creature with half it's arm missing joyfully hopping around with something tightly held in it's arm pit.

The silence collapsed.

The thing laughed maniacally, everyone close enough could hear how every laugh was doing permanent damage to his throat and lungs and as if that laugh was the signal for a chain reaction, all hell broke loose.

Fire alarms started going off, people now hearing the panic next street. over and horrified by the sight in front of them fell into a mass hysteria, the loud whaling of three children as their parents were unsuccessfully trying to confort them through their hoarse voices regularly interrupted by their own snorts and crues.

"Everything will be fine"

They said as the full might of 9 trucks all shook the street at once all falling upon that thing.

But they missed.

It rolled away under the safety of the bridge on top of a skateboard, the same one it was holding under it's armpit, he threw it down and left his body fall on top of it with it's torso putting all it's might in one last push with it's leg.

The laughing stopped.

It was staring into the night sky which was illuminated by the light's of a military cargo plane flying low in order to land on an airport close by.

"Beep Beep Beep"

In the cockpit many lights were going off as the pilots were struggling to diagnose the issue.

"It's probably piece of debree from that huge accident bellow, it hit our hydraulics, the cargo flat is flung open"

The head pilot spoke while frantically trying to contact main tower, even tho the planes engines were loud and infamous for their obnoxious and unecesarry intensity no one noticed the plane from bellow, except the three kids which were now alone in the middle of the street, and the thing.

"it's an angel !?"

The light split as one smaller light came closer to them.

"Mom dad the angels have come to save us!!"

One of the less paralyzed kids yelped in excitement as they turned to their parents which went to start their car after telling them that they'll go home and it will al be allright.

But now they were trying to lift up that charred black monster, they were saying something to it but it kept it's eyes on the light, said something muffled, squirmed to avoid their grips which tried to aid him, and so it pushed away just before.

"PHOOOOOF"

"Momma ? PAPA ?!"

****

'Dammit one of the wheels is stuck in a rain drain'

'it's over, those last whatever they were ... well who am i kidding they were probably trucks, how did it come from the sky tho?, when did the fuckers learn to fly?'

'oh wait , what date is it today again?'

I reflexively moved my stump trying to take a look at the fit bit, after all the effort of mot wearing it a work so the coworker won't see it, It was just gone.

It was the 18th right, yeahhh they had some big military exercise today read about while researching a pharmaceutical company that was supposed to debut it's medicine in this exact logistics exercise.

Since I'm near that highway with the rare rail dual use the things crashing from above are probably military trucks... could also be the transport plane that should also participate in the exercise tho i have no clue if that one has trucks.

"well i guess COUGH im finally free"

I said it out loud even tho it's extreamly painful , maybe there's some CCTV with audio recording capabilities placed to spy on hobos giving each other handies in the underpass you never know, my last words gotta be cool.

'The trucks didn't get me so i guess no isekai harem for me'

"sigh"

'well it's fine, i managed to enter that library even in my frenzied state of mind'

How lucky yet unlucky this night has been, the computer i always used here since i don't have one at home was still on due to the 30 minute sleeper timer, i used it to execute the last trade before rushing to the bank, i used to call it "home computer" as a inside joke no one but me would get, pretty good bit, worth it.

'The standard death protocol my overly paranoid ass installed came in handy with the CTR ALT C pre programmed shortcut'

With that he just clicked U to confirm and the standard was done, browser history twitch history youtube history everything, wiped and most importantly the Club Penguin account now shouldn't be traced back to his corpse.

tho clicking the buttons was a challenge in of itself , he had to lift his limp arm with his head then place the fingers on the keys, and press down with his chin, it was once more frank luck that they got pressed at once he even managed to open reddit and with his few precious clicks left he went to post, activated the voice typing function, got close to the shitty standard webcam used in libraries and with his second last words he said.

"Get good Nerds"

and dragged in his finance sheet from his cloud account all tabs were pre opened but that's just cause i had no life, after which i clicked send then U to confirm the wipe as i watched the browser tabs log me out and dissapear in front of my very eyes.

After i finished a wave of peace and contempt overcame me, This must be what Nirvana feels like, the muddiness got washed away hence my ability to avoid the flying missile trucks with the skateboard i pulled out with my teeth from the bag i forgot on the bag area of the library, i did this cause i heard some pretty intense stuff from above and by the way trucks previously attacked this previously cheap mode of transport was the only feasible way he could still doge.

Even tho he achieved inner peace he still wanted to struggle against the truckening, but now he laid on his imobilized skateboard under the bridge,

'well it was a good try, didn't expect I'd get this far.'

"speaking of which, there's another one of those flying ligh-"

"Crunch"