said.
"You can't believe in that bullshit anymore. Do you?"
Russ glanced at the ceiling of Dirty Harry's. "I sure do. What else should I believe in? This is a test of our faith. God has set this in motion."
Jeff waved his hand. "Crap, all of it. I think the world is fucked and there is nothing we can really do about it, except rebuild and procreate in my image."
"Who died and made you God?"
Jeff laughed. "Everyone died. And I'm going to be especially happy when you go, because you're just in my way. Lucky for you I need every breathing person right now."
"Lucky for me you have no real authority around here," Russ said. "You can feel free to boss your goons around when you leave the gates, but no one on the inside takes you seriously."
"Is that a fact?" Jeff balled his fists and Russ was lucky he was on the other side of the bar area. He had no delusion he could take the bigger man in a fair fight.
"Yes. But we could easily work together. You choose not to. Handle everything outside the walls and I'll worry about the survivors and maintaining whatever you scavenge. Deal?"
Jeff wanted to gut him and toss him over the wall but knew the Lich Lord would kill him for it. He needed to go through the motions with this idiot and play the game for now. "Fine. I have no beef with you," he lied. "But I'm going to need a bigger home."
Russ laughed. "For what?"
Jeff grinned. "For my stuff and my wives."
"You don't have a wife. You certainly don't have more than one. Have you lost your mind?" Russ asked.
Jeff could see Russ was flustered. He liked it. "I went to the Lich Lord before I came here and told him we needed more structure when it came to family dynamic. He agreed."
The distressed look on the face of Russ was priceless.
"I've already submitted a list of the women of age I will be taking as my brides," Jeff said. "And once the Lich Lord agrees to them there is nothing you or anyone else can do. The goal is to procreate and keep the human race alive. I intend to knock up as many bitches as I can before I die. It's my right as a living, breathing person."
"Who did you put on the list?"
Jeff smiled and slapped the bar top. "Just a few eligible females. I didn't go for the cougars. Sure, they would be a great ride in the sack, but they are too damn old to squirt out some puppies. I went for the younger chicks who haven't been touched. There is nothing like popping a cherry, you know? A nice, soft little girl under you, moaning it hurts and crying as you're sticking it to her."
"What you're talking about is illegal," Russ said, panic in his voice.
Jeff shook his head. "What law are you referring to? The United States is dead and gone. The Constitution and every system you know about it null and void. Shit, the Ten Commandments aren't even worth the stone they were carved on right now. We live in the here and now. I intend to make the most of it."
"Who is on your list?" Russ asked again.
"I think you already know my top pick. She's been getting her hands dirty in the garden with you. That will change once she's my bride. No wife of mine is going to get dirty with anything but my underwear cleaning and fixing me dinner. Oh, and having my babies."
"If you touch her, I will hurt you."
"No, you won't," Jeff said. "You won't be able to, because the Lich Lord is the only law now. He's going to agree to it. He said I could have two of them. I chose Bri and Taylor. Both of them will make me quite happy. I'll add a few more to the list, since there really isn't a limit. This will make my recons a bit more interesting as well. Instead of finding people so the Lich Lord can eat them, I'll also find another few concubines."
"I swear…"
Jeff pulled his unloaded .357 from his waistband and aimed it at Russ. "You can swear all you want. It won't make a bit of difference. And if you try to get in my way, I will put you down like the dog you are."
"You won't get away with it."
"I beg to differ." Jeff took three steps back to the
"You can't believe in that bullshit anymore. Do you?"
Russ glanced at the ceiling of Dirty Harry's. "I sure do. What else should I believe in? This is a test of our faith. God has set this in motion."
Jeff waved his hand. "Crap, all of it. I think the world is fucked and there is nothing we can really do about it, except rebuild and procreate in my image."
"Who died and made you God?"
Jeff laughed. "Everyone died. And I'm going to be especially happy when you go, because you're just in my way. Lucky for you I need every breathing person right now."
"Lucky for me you have no real authority around here," Russ said. "You can feel free to boss your goons around when you leave the gates, but no one on the inside takes you seriously."
"Is that a fact?" Jeff balled his fists and Russ was lucky he was on the other side of the bar area. He had no delusion he could take the bigger man in a fair fight.
"Yes. But we could easily work together. You choose not to. Handle everything outside the walls and I'll worry about the survivors and maintaining whatever you scavenge. Deal?"
Jeff wanted to gut him and toss him over the wall but knew the Lich Lord would kill him for it. He needed to go through the motions with this idiot and play the game for now. "Fine. I have no beef with you," he lied. "But I'm going to need a bigger home."
Russ laughed. "For what?"
Jeff grinned. "For my stuff and my wives."
"You don't have a wife. You certainly don't have more than one. Have you lost your mind?" Russ asked.
Jeff could see Russ was flustered. He liked it. "I went to the Lich Lord before I came here and told him we needed more structure when it came to family dynamic. He agreed."
The distressed look on the face of Russ was priceless.
"I've already submitted a list of the women of age I will be taking as my brides," Jeff said. "And once the Lich Lord agrees to them there is nothing you or anyone else can do. The goal is to procreate and keep the human race alive. I intend to knock up as many bitches as I can before I die. It's my right as a living, breathing person."
"Who did you put on the list?"
Jeff smiled and slapped the bar top. "Just a few eligible females. I didn't go for the cougars. Sure, they would be a great ride in the sack, but they are too damn old to squirt out some puppies. I went for the younger chicks who haven't been touched. There is nothing like popping a cherry, you know? A nice, soft little girl under you, moaning it hurts and crying as you're sticking it to her."
"What you're talking about is illegal," Russ said, panic in his voice.
Jeff shook his head. "What law are you referring to? The United States is dead and gone. The Constitution and every system you know about it null and void. Shit, the Ten Commandments aren't even worth the stone they were carved on right now. We live in the here and now. I intend to make the most of it."
"Who is on your list?" Russ asked again.
"I think you already know my top pick. She's been getting her hands dirty in the garden with you. That will change once she's my bride. No wife of mine is going to get dirty with anything but my underwear cleaning and fixing me dinner. Oh, and having my babies."
"If you touch her, I will hurt you."
"No, you won't," Jeff said. "You won't be able to, because the Lich Lord is the only law now. He's going to agree to it. He said I could have two of them. I chose Bri and Taylor. Both of them will make me quite happy. I'll add a few more to the list, since there really isn't a limit. This will make my recons a bit more interesting as well. Instead of finding people so the Lich Lord can eat them, I'll also find another few concubines."
"I swear…"
Jeff pulled his unloaded .357 from his waistband and aimed it at Russ. "You can swear all you want. It won't make a bit of difference. And if you try to get in my way, I will put you down like the dog you are."
"You won't get away with it."
"I beg to differ." Jeff took three steps back to the
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