I help you?” I asked. “In all actuality, I should sit here and watch them rip you apart, shoot them when they are done with you, then drive away.”
“Jesus, Christ! The damn gun wasn’t even loaded!” He shouted, the anger was coming on full speed now. “How many damn times do I have to tell you that before you understand that? I don’t even know shit about guns to begin with!” He offered in return.
“And robbing a store with an unloaded gun will still get you an armed robbery charge and a trip up the river, sport.” I said sarcastically.
“If you’re not going to help me in anyway, could you at least shut up so I can focus here?” He asked, looking at me as though I had just kicked his puppy.
I offered both hands for him to see and sat there watching him wonder what his next move would be as the three new undead closed the gap. I figured he had enough left in him to handle at least one of them before the other two took him to the ground, so I settled in to see if I’d be right.
The three undead attacked at the same time and the Kid was able to get one of them off balance, wasted a bit too much time in the process and the other two took him to the ground. It was over for him and all he could do was the one thing anyone of us would have done. He screamed while trying to keep the gnashing teeth from sinking into his soft flesh.
Two silenced rounds put both undead into permanent night, night. I exited the pickup and finished the last one, as well as two others that the Kid had managed to knock down and get them caught up, so they couldn’t stand.
He pushed them off and slowly got to his feet, not sure if I was about to shoot him or let him go again. Movement caught his eyes and he looked to see several more coming from behind the store.
“Here’s how this is going to go. I’m going to ask you a question and you are going to answer it, and at any time I feel you are bullshitting me, I’ll shoot you in the leg and leave you here… for them.” I said in a stern tone. “Are we crystal clear on that?”
He simply nodded as he brushed the dirt from his pants.
“What were you going to do with the truck?” I asked, although I continued before he could answer. “Ride around until it ran out of gas and then murder someone else for theirs?” I asked, holding the rifle in a manner that let him know I could kill him before he even attempted to rush me. Just in case that stupid idea worked its way into his pea brain.
“No!” He exclaimed. “We heard a broadcast on the radio yesterday saying there was a town that was safe and anyone who wanted to go there could. They said they had food, shelter, and more than a hundred soldiers to protect us,” he explained, keeping a vigilant eye on the still approaching dead. “They’re getting pretty close, mister. Do you think you can hurry this up?”
I answered by turning and gunning one of them down. With my attention fully on him, I asked. “That’s one less to worry about,” I stated. “Now, about this supposed broadcast. What town and where?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know we only caught the last few minutes of it. The car we had ran out of gas not long after that, and the battery died a few hours later as we waited to hear the broadcast again. It never happened.”
My suspicions of his tale were starting to make me wonder if he was telling me the truth or simply stalling while more of his friends moved closer, hidden by the rainy darkness. An ambush was something that could easily happen and we were in the perfect location if one were to unfold. Apparently he could see the odd look in my eyes and put both hands in the air. I guess it was his way of letting me know he wasn’t going to try anything stupid. Good for him.
“How convenient is that?” I said.
He looked hard at me. “It’s true, mister, and had you not ventilated her head, she’d have backed me up,” he spoke quickly.
“If you don’t know the name of the town, then
“Jesus, Christ! The damn gun wasn’t even loaded!” He shouted, the anger was coming on full speed now. “How many damn times do I have to tell you that before you understand that? I don’t even know shit about guns to begin with!” He offered in return.
“And robbing a store with an unloaded gun will still get you an armed robbery charge and a trip up the river, sport.” I said sarcastically.
“If you’re not going to help me in anyway, could you at least shut up so I can focus here?” He asked, looking at me as though I had just kicked his puppy.
I offered both hands for him to see and sat there watching him wonder what his next move would be as the three new undead closed the gap. I figured he had enough left in him to handle at least one of them before the other two took him to the ground, so I settled in to see if I’d be right.
The three undead attacked at the same time and the Kid was able to get one of them off balance, wasted a bit too much time in the process and the other two took him to the ground. It was over for him and all he could do was the one thing anyone of us would have done. He screamed while trying to keep the gnashing teeth from sinking into his soft flesh.
Two silenced rounds put both undead into permanent night, night. I exited the pickup and finished the last one, as well as two others that the Kid had managed to knock down and get them caught up, so they couldn’t stand.
He pushed them off and slowly got to his feet, not sure if I was about to shoot him or let him go again. Movement caught his eyes and he looked to see several more coming from behind the store.
“Here’s how this is going to go. I’m going to ask you a question and you are going to answer it, and at any time I feel you are bullshitting me, I’ll shoot you in the leg and leave you here… for them.” I said in a stern tone. “Are we crystal clear on that?”
He simply nodded as he brushed the dirt from his pants.
“What were you going to do with the truck?” I asked, although I continued before he could answer. “Ride around until it ran out of gas and then murder someone else for theirs?” I asked, holding the rifle in a manner that let him know I could kill him before he even attempted to rush me. Just in case that stupid idea worked its way into his pea brain.
“No!” He exclaimed. “We heard a broadcast on the radio yesterday saying there was a town that was safe and anyone who wanted to go there could. They said they had food, shelter, and more than a hundred soldiers to protect us,” he explained, keeping a vigilant eye on the still approaching dead. “They’re getting pretty close, mister. Do you think you can hurry this up?”
I answered by turning and gunning one of them down. With my attention fully on him, I asked. “That’s one less to worry about,” I stated. “Now, about this supposed broadcast. What town and where?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know we only caught the last few minutes of it. The car we had ran out of gas not long after that, and the battery died a few hours later as we waited to hear the broadcast again. It never happened.”
My suspicions of his tale were starting to make me wonder if he was telling me the truth or simply stalling while more of his friends moved closer, hidden by the rainy darkness. An ambush was something that could easily happen and we were in the perfect location if one were to unfold. Apparently he could see the odd look in my eyes and put both hands in the air. I guess it was his way of letting me know he wasn’t going to try anything stupid. Good for him.
“How convenient is that?” I said.
He looked hard at me. “It’s true, mister, and had you not ventilated her head, she’d have backed me up,” he spoke quickly.
“If you don’t know the name of the town, then
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