Zombies VS Bikers

he had been lying moments before.
Big Mack heard screams, and turned to spot the source, surprised to see ten or so people running out from the overgrown grass at the edge of the highway just before the overpass, each one holding some sort of sharp object in their hands. One man had a machete, one man had an axe, and there were a few butcher knives. Big Mack scrambled back to his bike for his gun. The Dead Jesters rode right into a trap. Big Mack worked quickly to draw his shot gun from his bike, and dug a hand for extra shells into a saddle bag. He felt a sharp pain in his shoulder just before he heard the boom of the gun that had shot him from above. Big Mack roared in anger, throwing himself back under the overpass and pulling his gun up, taking a shot at the nearest attacker who fell to the ground, suddenly missing half his jaw.
Standing under the overpass kept Big Mack safe from the shooters above, and he took a moment to locate the rest of his fellow Jesters. Double D was being held down by three of the men that had come running from the overgrown gas, her shirt and bra underneath torn to expose her massive breasts, her pants being forced down. Tim had been shot, he lay dead with a massive wound in his chest, his ribs poking up and out between jagged flesh. Bill and Shelly were alive, Bill fighting off two armed men with nothing but his fists while Shelly whimpered on the ground, bleeding heavily from a wound on her leg. Toga was still on his bike, and after stopping when the initial attack happened he was now riding quickly towards the underpass. Will was laying bloody and unconscious over the guns and ammunition in Toga’s sidecar. Shots were begin fired at Toga, but the closest he came to getting hit was one bullet which ricocheted  off of his handlebars before slapping into the pavement to the side.
Big Mack ran forward, waving Toga on, determined to get to the guns in Toga’s sidecar. Toga pulled under the overpass and immediately climbed off of his bike. “Holy shit, did you see what they’re doing to DD?”
“Yeah,” Big Mack said, hurrying to pull Willy unceremoniously off of the weapons. He grabbed two loaded handguns and stepped to the edge of the over pass, taking aim at the men assaulting Double D and firing at them. When the first man went down the rest scattered, and Big Mack set his sights on a man being forced to hop towards the overgrown grass because his pants were down around his ankles. The man’s lower back exploded in a spray of flesh and blood and he fell to the hot pavement with a scream.
Two men were now rushing towards the underpass, each one holding a weapon, and Big Mack thought two things. These attackers were only male, and the men with the guns were leaving the men below with only handheld weapons to die. Big Mack shrugged the thoughts away and dropped one man, while Toga stepped up beside him with a large rifle and dropped the other man.
“I’m going to go get DD,” Big Mack said, rushing out in a straight line to the woman, bloodied and naked save for the shreds of clothing the men hadn’t bothered taking off. Just as Big Mack reached his friend and was in the process of falling to his knees beside her a shot rang out and her head was gone, bursting like a watermelon dropped from a fifth floor window. Big Mack spun around, lifting his handguns upwards, aiming at the first person he saw and firing. He knew it was no good to stay out in the open so he began running back for the underpass. He ran well apart from Bill and Shelly, who themselves were running back for cover, Bill carrying Shelly over his back. A bullet caught Bill in the foot and he went sprawling, his wife rolling away from him. She laid on her stomach for a moment and started crawling towards the underpass, but a bullet pierced her back and she laid back down, her body shaking violently.
Bill saw this as he was getting up and let out a primal scream, one that was cut short when a bullet took him in the throat and put him down.
He tried to determine how many men were above him with guns, and he felt sure there were at least seven, but knew there could be many more. One of them had a sniper’s rifle, and Big Mack was sure he had been the one to kill Double D. Big Mack managed to get back under the overpass while bullets slammed into the ground around him, and was glad to see Bard was up and about, working with Toga to pick off the remaining men from the over grow grass. Soon they had all either fled or were killed, and the only people left to worry about were the men above.
“Oh shit,” Toga said, pointing out at the road littered with their dead friends and their dead enemies. Big Mack followed Toga’s finger. Tim was standing in the road, slowly making his way towards the underpass. For one crazy second Big Mack thought that perhaps Tim had somehow survived and was attempting to get to safety. Big Mack waited for the shot to ring out, for the men above to take his friend out, but they didn’t and Big Mack realized what Toga already knew. Tim was dead, and now he was undead. Big Mack raised one of his handguns and fired. His first shot went low, splitting the skin at Tim’s collarbone and flying out his back, trailing blood through the air behind it. His next shot was true, taking half of Tim’s brain out along with half of his head. Tim fell to the ground with a