The cracks in the windshield spidered across the glass.
The zombie was determinedly battering away, attempting to get through, splattering him with was blood.
Again, he tried to start the car, and again nothing but the whining of the starter.
The hole was large enough for the creature to stick its head through and began snapping at him, rancid spit flying.
He pressed himself against the seat, his right hand scrambling for anything he could use to end this piece of walking, rotting flesh. His hand stretched for the glove box and he felt the rough texture of the Maglite.
Raising the light, he smashed it repeatedly into the creatures gapping, salivating mouth. Swinging it as hard as he could, he dislocated its jaw, sending it flying into the passenger seat.
With a final swing, he connected with the side of its head, breaking through the exposed skull.
Its tongue stopped flapping, its arm jerked sporadically, and it was still. He pushed open the door, falling to the pavement, gasping.
The sun could just be seen. Reaching into the car, he grabbed the rearview mirror and some towels from the backseat. He noticed two long scratches running down his face.