Floyd & Mikki (Book 1): Zombie Hunters (Love Should Be Explosive!) by Joseph Tatner Page B
Authors: Joseph Tatner
Tags: Zombies
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“It bit me! It bit me! Kill me Floyd! Kill me now! Don’t let me turn! Don’t let me turn!”
Floyd reached over and grabbed the foul creature, squeezing it ‘til the head popped off. He threw the bat’s body down and grabbed the cigarette out of Mikki’s lips, jamming the lit end into her arm where the zombie bat had bitten her. She was too hysterical to feel the pain. Floyd, sucked on the cig to get the end glowing again as he watched Mikki’s arm intensely. Sure enough, a thick purple line started to escape from one end of the burn would, so he jammed the cigarette into her arm again, right where the line was emerging. Smoke rose from her arm and he could smell her burning flesh, but there was no more spread of the infection.
Mikki kept screaming for Floyd to kill her so he grabbed her by the helmet, careful not to burn her face or catch her hair on fire with the cigarette, and screamed, “You’re OK! You’re OK! You’re not gonna change! I got it! OK? OK?”
Mikki tore the helmet off and looked at her face in the rearview mirror, searching for any sign of transformation. Eventually she calmed down. Then she looked at her arm. “You burned me!” she shouted. “You son of a bitch!” She punched Floyd square in the jaw, grabbed the cigarette back, and shoved it in her mouth.
Floyd grabbed his chin and just stared at her. “I just saved your life!”
Mikki burst into tears and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. “I’m sorry. I am so sorry! Thank you thank you thank you!”
The tender moment of gratitude was short-lived, however, as the bats started dive bombing into the truck windows from all angles, trying to get at the two inside. Floyd had never been so happy for bulletproof glass in his life. Whoever invented the stuff should get a medal.
“Time to go!” said Floyd, as he fired up the engine and jammed the gas pedal to the floor, knocking over the two machine guns Mikki had placed against the grill and speeding away like a bat out of hell (so to speak).
Floyd didn’t know bats could fly so fast! He had it up to 60 and they were still with him. At 70 miles per hour, they started dropping behind, and at 80 they finally faded into the distance. Neither Mikki nor Floyd said a word for the next 90 minutes. For the first time since they left the town, there was silence in the cab.
Chapter Eleven
The sun was just starting to set when Floyd finally let up on the accelerator. He still had a quarter tank of gas left and wanted to fill up before the sun went down. He pulled off at an exit with a wide gravel area and no trees. He marked the location of the army truck on his fold-out map, then checked every piece of his clothing and plastic armor before getting out. He opened the door and tossed out all the bat body parts.
Mikki was asleep in the passenger side, her head resting on her arm. She was draped over her precious grenade box that rested on the seat between her and Floyd. She clutched the Hello Kitty doll tightly with her other arm, her face buried in the top of its plush head.
Floyd pulled a number of mutilated bats from the grill, threw them on the ground and stomped on them. There was no sign of any other danger as he thoroughly checked the outside of the truck. He opened the bed lid to get to the gas cans and started filling the tank. After replacing the gas cap, he threw the empties back in the bed, spread a few motion sensors around the truck, closed the bed lid, and headed back into the cab.
Well, that explained what had happened to the army guys. All that firepower, but the wrong kind. However many army guys there were outside the truck, they were no doubt off wandering the woods somewhere right now, shambling endlessly. Unable to feel, unable to love, unable to care, unable to die. Or they just fell of the bridge and had been swept away by the river long ago.
You can’t kill a swarm of bats with bullets, no matter how fast you fire. Floyd couldn’t figure
“It bit me! It bit me! Kill me Floyd! Kill me now! Don’t let me turn! Don’t let me turn!”
Floyd reached over and grabbed the foul creature, squeezing it ‘til the head popped off. He threw the bat’s body down and grabbed the cigarette out of Mikki’s lips, jamming the lit end into her arm where the zombie bat had bitten her. She was too hysterical to feel the pain. Floyd, sucked on the cig to get the end glowing again as he watched Mikki’s arm intensely. Sure enough, a thick purple line started to escape from one end of the burn would, so he jammed the cigarette into her arm again, right where the line was emerging. Smoke rose from her arm and he could smell her burning flesh, but there was no more spread of the infection.
Mikki kept screaming for Floyd to kill her so he grabbed her by the helmet, careful not to burn her face or catch her hair on fire with the cigarette, and screamed, “You’re OK! You’re OK! You’re not gonna change! I got it! OK? OK?”
Mikki tore the helmet off and looked at her face in the rearview mirror, searching for any sign of transformation. Eventually she calmed down. Then she looked at her arm. “You burned me!” she shouted. “You son of a bitch!” She punched Floyd square in the jaw, grabbed the cigarette back, and shoved it in her mouth.
Floyd grabbed his chin and just stared at her. “I just saved your life!”
Mikki burst into tears and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. “I’m sorry. I am so sorry! Thank you thank you thank you!”
The tender moment of gratitude was short-lived, however, as the bats started dive bombing into the truck windows from all angles, trying to get at the two inside. Floyd had never been so happy for bulletproof glass in his life. Whoever invented the stuff should get a medal.
“Time to go!” said Floyd, as he fired up the engine and jammed the gas pedal to the floor, knocking over the two machine guns Mikki had placed against the grill and speeding away like a bat out of hell (so to speak).
Floyd didn’t know bats could fly so fast! He had it up to 60 and they were still with him. At 70 miles per hour, they started dropping behind, and at 80 they finally faded into the distance. Neither Mikki nor Floyd said a word for the next 90 minutes. For the first time since they left the town, there was silence in the cab.
Chapter Eleven
The sun was just starting to set when Floyd finally let up on the accelerator. He still had a quarter tank of gas left and wanted to fill up before the sun went down. He pulled off at an exit with a wide gravel area and no trees. He marked the location of the army truck on his fold-out map, then checked every piece of his clothing and plastic armor before getting out. He opened the door and tossed out all the bat body parts.
Mikki was asleep in the passenger side, her head resting on her arm. She was draped over her precious grenade box that rested on the seat between her and Floyd. She clutched the Hello Kitty doll tightly with her other arm, her face buried in the top of its plush head.
Floyd pulled a number of mutilated bats from the grill, threw them on the ground and stomped on them. There was no sign of any other danger as he thoroughly checked the outside of the truck. He opened the bed lid to get to the gas cans and started filling the tank. After replacing the gas cap, he threw the empties back in the bed, spread a few motion sensors around the truck, closed the bed lid, and headed back into the cab.
Well, that explained what had happened to the army guys. All that firepower, but the wrong kind. However many army guys there were outside the truck, they were no doubt off wandering the woods somewhere right now, shambling endlessly. Unable to feel, unable to love, unable to care, unable to die. Or they just fell of the bridge and had been swept away by the river long ago.
You can’t kill a swarm of bats with bullets, no matter how fast you fire. Floyd couldn’t figure
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