ground with a boot to her neck, and kept his pistol lined with her head.
He called back for Jennings, “Help the corporal.”
Jennings stumbled to Longsong’s trembling body, paused while standing over him. The corporal’s pained eyes shot wide as he grabbed his own neck with both hands, trying futilely to stem the flow of blood. His weak struggle lasted a few more seconds before his hands slid limply to the ground.
Jennings glanced at Evans. “He dead.”
Growling and moaning, the dead Felix tried to break out from under the specialist’s boot. Fresh blood coated her mouth. Her ravenous eyes looked blindly at him. I know what you are. I know what you want.
His pistol lined flush with Felix’s forehead, Evans cursed Jennings for being correct, and he squeezed the trigger. “Fucking zombies.”
ALEC
“Jeff would never bail on us.” Alec defended their friend, swaying back and forth drunkenly. “He wanted this reunion the most. You guys know this. A’ighty?”
“Then why hasn’t he answered his phone? Why isn’t he here?” Kale demanded, tapping their table with one hand. His chin rested tiredly on his other.
Where are you, Jeff? All we need is one more. Speaking of one more, where’s the next drink?
Scot leaned forward, his voice hushed. “Anyone speak with him since he left the Navy? I mean, since the submarine accident.”
Of course I did. I helped Jeff put this together. “Wait, wait, wait.” Alec stumbled but grabbed the table to steady himself. Nicole giggled. A perfect giggle. She’s perfect. He continued, “No talking about bad shit tonight. Jeff is alive and well, and let’s all be thankful for that. He should be here any second, I swear.” Glancing at Nicole again, Alec spoke with a lowered voice, “At least he better be. I have something to tell you all.”
“Tell us now.” Much like Scot, Kale was never one for waiting.
“No. We wait for Homer. Come on, guys – we leave as four.”
Scot leaned back, groaning and rolling his eyes.
Guess he doesn’t say it anymore.
Nicole finished her drink. “Okay, seriously. Why does Jeff have the nickname Homer? Why have you guys never told me?”
Kale and Scot looked at one another, their mouths ready to share in a laugh, but then they remembered their old resentment and the moment was lost. Kale turned away first.
Get over it already, you stubborn doo-doo head dummies ...
Dear God I need to start swearing again.
“I told you, babe.” Alec lowered down next to her. “He has to explain it to you.”
Kale and Scot agreed. For once.
“Well,” said Nicole, “someone try calling him again.”
“Already on it.” Kale had his phone to his ear. “Huh? No service.”
The others looked at their phones. No one had service. How the hell does that happen?
“Service is gone, eh?” started Howard, who leaned over to Kale. “This has all the makings of a horror movie.”
“I hope the girls can find the place,” Nicole remarked to Alec.
“Girls?” Howard shot to life. “I like girls.”
“You wouldn’t even know what to do with one.” Kale gave Howard’s arm a light punch.
“I do! Stick ‘em with the pointy end!” He mimicked swinging a sword between his legs.
Laughing, Kale turned back to Nicole. “Which girls are coming?”
“Sadie. I think Jerry, too.”
“Jerry isn’t a girl. Though, I guess he could be.” Kale lost himself in thought. “Isn’t he an asexual?”
Howard leaned forward, speech slurring. “A what?”
Cutting them off, Nicole touched Scot’s wrist. Angela gave her dagger eyes. Yikes. “Sadie is good friends with Kelsey, but don’t worry, I doubt she’s coming.”
Scot fought to keep his face from flushing. Skin so pale, it easily turned red and showed embarrassment. But now he was slightly pink from the alcohol. “I have no shits to give,” he said. Lies.
Angela asked, “Who is
He called back for Jennings, “Help the corporal.”
Jennings stumbled to Longsong’s trembling body, paused while standing over him. The corporal’s pained eyes shot wide as he grabbed his own neck with both hands, trying futilely to stem the flow of blood. His weak struggle lasted a few more seconds before his hands slid limply to the ground.
Jennings glanced at Evans. “He dead.”
Growling and moaning, the dead Felix tried to break out from under the specialist’s boot. Fresh blood coated her mouth. Her ravenous eyes looked blindly at him. I know what you are. I know what you want.
His pistol lined flush with Felix’s forehead, Evans cursed Jennings for being correct, and he squeezed the trigger. “Fucking zombies.”
ALEC
“Jeff would never bail on us.” Alec defended their friend, swaying back and forth drunkenly. “He wanted this reunion the most. You guys know this. A’ighty?”
“Then why hasn’t he answered his phone? Why isn’t he here?” Kale demanded, tapping their table with one hand. His chin rested tiredly on his other.
Where are you, Jeff? All we need is one more. Speaking of one more, where’s the next drink?
Scot leaned forward, his voice hushed. “Anyone speak with him since he left the Navy? I mean, since the submarine accident.”
Of course I did. I helped Jeff put this together. “Wait, wait, wait.” Alec stumbled but grabbed the table to steady himself. Nicole giggled. A perfect giggle. She’s perfect. He continued, “No talking about bad shit tonight. Jeff is alive and well, and let’s all be thankful for that. He should be here any second, I swear.” Glancing at Nicole again, Alec spoke with a lowered voice, “At least he better be. I have something to tell you all.”
“Tell us now.” Much like Scot, Kale was never one for waiting.
“No. We wait for Homer. Come on, guys – we leave as four.”
Scot leaned back, groaning and rolling his eyes.
Guess he doesn’t say it anymore.
Nicole finished her drink. “Okay, seriously. Why does Jeff have the nickname Homer? Why have you guys never told me?”
Kale and Scot looked at one another, their mouths ready to share in a laugh, but then they remembered their old resentment and the moment was lost. Kale turned away first.
Get over it already, you stubborn doo-doo head dummies ...
Dear God I need to start swearing again.
“I told you, babe.” Alec lowered down next to her. “He has to explain it to you.”
Kale and Scot agreed. For once.
“Well,” said Nicole, “someone try calling him again.”
“Already on it.” Kale had his phone to his ear. “Huh? No service.”
The others looked at their phones. No one had service. How the hell does that happen?
“Service is gone, eh?” started Howard, who leaned over to Kale. “This has all the makings of a horror movie.”
“I hope the girls can find the place,” Nicole remarked to Alec.
“Girls?” Howard shot to life. “I like girls.”
“You wouldn’t even know what to do with one.” Kale gave Howard’s arm a light punch.
“I do! Stick ‘em with the pointy end!” He mimicked swinging a sword between his legs.
Laughing, Kale turned back to Nicole. “Which girls are coming?”
“Sadie. I think Jerry, too.”
“Jerry isn’t a girl. Though, I guess he could be.” Kale lost himself in thought. “Isn’t he an asexual?”
Howard leaned forward, speech slurring. “A what?”
Cutting them off, Nicole touched Scot’s wrist. Angela gave her dagger eyes. Yikes. “Sadie is good friends with Kelsey, but don’t worry, I doubt she’s coming.”
Scot fought to keep his face from flushing. Skin so pale, it easily turned red and showed embarrassment. But now he was slightly pink from the alcohol. “I have no shits to give,” he said. Lies.
Angela asked, “Who is
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