hehe! Speaking of short story. This happened in the same scenario and I wrote it up in story format:

She pulled up behind the car and shined the spotlight through the back window. There was no movement. She stepped out of the police cruiser, right hand on her pistol, left hand thumbing the button on a flashlight. This was highly unusual for a small town like this. Probably some drunk, she thought. She reached the drivers side and shined her flashlight into the open door. The car was empty. She noticed the gas gauge was on E. The leaves were kicked up beside the car and footprints led off toward town along the edge of the road. She walked back to her car and called in the report.
        Yeah, tell the sheriff that Ill be bringing in a straggler. Looks like someone ran out of gas.
        Copy. Ill let sheriff Smith know.
        Scanning her spotlight into the woods as she slowly drove down the country road, she remembered what had brought her back to this small town. The payoff was supposed to have been in secret, but she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. She decided to testify and made some big enemies. The FBI put her in witness protection and she was placed here as a deputy to Sheriff Smith. That was just five years ago.
        Her spotlight passed over something in the woods and she pulled over. It looked like a body lying about twenty yards from the road.
        Looks like we got either a DUI or the guys hurt, copy? She said into the radio.
        Copy that.
        She stepped from her car and headed into the woods. Police. Hey buddy, you okay?
        There was no movement from the body. A muffled voice came over the radio in the cruiser, but she was now too far away to hear. She crept forward until she was only a couple feet from the body.
        Hey buddy, you drunk?
        The body began to move, trying to get to its hands and knees. Then she saw the blood on the ground under its head.
        Jesus. She said. She switched on her radio hanging from her belt. Im gonna need backup and an ambulance. This guys hurt pretty bad. Looks like he was mugged.
        Copy, Ill call the sheriff.
        Okay, buddy just hold still. She said as the man continued to try to get up. She could see blood oozing profusely from his face. I got an ambulance coming.
        Her blood ran cold as it looked up with its ruined face, looked at her with its one remaining eye and groaned through torn lips. It reached for her with one hand. She backed up instinctively, keeping away from its grasp. She hit her radio again as she began backing toward her car, barely missing a branch on the ground in her path.
        Hurry up with that backup, copy? Silence. Copy?
        A noise from her left and right drew her attention. Her flashlight found two more shambling horrors coming towards her. She drew her pistol and raised it into the air.
        Halt! Police! Her voice echoed through the woods. A second later, her shot did as well. The walking dead seemed to be moving faster after hearing the gun shot. She made it to the edge of the woods, zombies drawing ever nearer. She shot one in the leg. It staggered and fell, but immediately began to rise again. She shot again, this time in the chest. It staggered and kept coming. She got into her cruiser and quickly unlocked her shotgun. Just then a second cruiser came barreling down the road and screeched to a stop. The megaphone whined.
        This is the police! Lay down on the ground and put your hands behind your head! The zombies continued as sheriff Smith opened his car door and took a stance behind it, pistol drawn.
        Two of the three reached her cruiser as the third continued on toward the sheriff. His pistol went off and the thing kept coming. She hit one with the shotgun and it fell, only to begin to crawl back up. She backed the car away from the advancing creatures and felt a bump. She stopped and blasted the standing one. She caught movement from the corner of her eye and looked to see the zombie she mustve hit with the car, right next to her window. She put the shotgun into its face and fired. The back blast sprayed her with its fluids. She stifled a scream and shot at another one. Just then, she heard a terrible shriek. She looked in time to see sheriff Smith get ripped to shreds by five more things that mustve crept out of the woods from the other side. With that she put the car in drive and gunned the engine, laying down a trail of rubber. All rational thought left her then. All that remained was the instinct to flee. She only hoped she could make it to the town in time to warn them.
Dude, I full-on Swayzed that mother!
-Dean: Supernatural-
Daniel R Davis
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