casually took out my tomahawk and tested the edge with my thumb.
“Who the fuck are you?” Casey roared at Jake. He kept his eyes on the knife Jake was holding, but he clearly didn’t think Jake was any sort of threat.
“Friends call me Jake. You can call me sir, if it suits you, ” Jake said, holding his knife up and inspecting the blade.
“Fuck that, you little prick. Put that knife away before I shove it up your ass and make you smile while I do it.” Casey started to move towards Jake, but Jake just put the blade out in front of himself, stopping Carson’s forward progress.
“Have I told you what I do for a living?” Jake asked, locking eyes with Casey.
“Fuck do I care? Step the fuck aside!” Clearly, Carson was limited in his vocabulary choices.
“I’m a C ollector, Casey, ” Jake said, staring intently at his blade.
Casey’s manner changed abruptly. When he first thought he was up against some fool who wanted to defend some poor girls honor due to some misguided feelings of chivalry, he figured to just brush the fool aside and be done with it. When that fool turned out to be someone who confronted zombie hordes on a regular basis and lived to tell the tale, then that was something else entirely.
Casey still tried to bull his way through. “I’m done talking. M ove or I’ll break your fucking…”
Whatever Carson meant to say was lost as Jake struck suddenly, stepping up close to Casey and pressing the blade of his knife against the larger man’s throat. Jake then moved his face close to Casey and said something that scared the man to his roots.
“I’ve killed zombies with this blade two days ago, Carson, and I don’t remember if I cleaned it properly.” Jake smiled slightly, almost apologetically.
Carson Casey suddenly broke out in a sweat. Everyone over the age of fifteen knew the threat of zombies, and everyone else knew what to do to keep from getting infected and turning themselves. Jake’s dirty blade was a death sentence and Casey knew it. One cut and it was over. Nothing could save the big man from becoming a zombie except a crack in the skull.
“D-Don’t do anything stupid, son, I was j-just funnin ’ with the ladies, ” Casey said shakily.
“I’m sure you were. But they might have not liked your manner, so I’m sure you will apologize, correct?” Jake tended to get precise when he was in a bad mood, but Casey would never know how close to death he really was.
Carson’s eyes narrowed but he managed to creak out a sincere-sounding apology. I might have felt sorry for the man if he hadn’t been such a prick earlier.
“ Excellent, ” Jake said. “Now we can all be friends again.” He pulled the knife away from the big man’s throat and Carson fairly fell back in an attempt to get away from the poisoned blade. I looked at my tomahawk and then looked back at the men lounging nearby and they suddenly realized they had other places to be.
Carson stalked away and Jake came over to where I was standing.
“Think this might be trouble later?” he asked.
I knew what he was saying, and I didn’t feel like getting into trouble, so I lied.
“Should be alright. If we were staying it would be, but I don’t think so.” I knew Jake would finish the man off if he felt he had a reason, and I didn’t want to stay any longer.
“Hope so.” Jake turned to the young woman who had never left Julia’s side. As he approached, I saw Julia sheath a knife at the small of her back. Carson Casey would have died one way or the other today.
“Sorry for the trouble, ma’am.” Jake said to the young mother. “Hope that fool doesn’t bother you anymore .”
The woman blushed. “He’s been a pain, but I can’t fight him with my babies nearby.”
“If you need help, just have someone get in touch with us. We’ll take care of things, ” Jake promised.
“Thank you.” She turned to Julia. “Thank you.”
“Who the fuck are you?” Casey roared at Jake. He kept his eyes on the knife Jake was holding, but he clearly didn’t think Jake was any sort of threat.
“Friends call me Jake. You can call me sir, if it suits you, ” Jake said, holding his knife up and inspecting the blade.
“Fuck that, you little prick. Put that knife away before I shove it up your ass and make you smile while I do it.” Casey started to move towards Jake, but Jake just put the blade out in front of himself, stopping Carson’s forward progress.
“Have I told you what I do for a living?” Jake asked, locking eyes with Casey.
“Fuck do I care? Step the fuck aside!” Clearly, Carson was limited in his vocabulary choices.
“I’m a C ollector, Casey, ” Jake said, staring intently at his blade.
Casey’s manner changed abruptly. When he first thought he was up against some fool who wanted to defend some poor girls honor due to some misguided feelings of chivalry, he figured to just brush the fool aside and be done with it. When that fool turned out to be someone who confronted zombie hordes on a regular basis and lived to tell the tale, then that was something else entirely.
Casey still tried to bull his way through. “I’m done talking. M ove or I’ll break your fucking…”
Whatever Carson meant to say was lost as Jake struck suddenly, stepping up close to Casey and pressing the blade of his knife against the larger man’s throat. Jake then moved his face close to Casey and said something that scared the man to his roots.
“I’ve killed zombies with this blade two days ago, Carson, and I don’t remember if I cleaned it properly.” Jake smiled slightly, almost apologetically.
Carson Casey suddenly broke out in a sweat. Everyone over the age of fifteen knew the threat of zombies, and everyone else knew what to do to keep from getting infected and turning themselves. Jake’s dirty blade was a death sentence and Casey knew it. One cut and it was over. Nothing could save the big man from becoming a zombie except a crack in the skull.
“D-Don’t do anything stupid, son, I was j-just funnin ’ with the ladies, ” Casey said shakily.
“I’m sure you were. But they might have not liked your manner, so I’m sure you will apologize, correct?” Jake tended to get precise when he was in a bad mood, but Casey would never know how close to death he really was.
Carson’s eyes narrowed but he managed to creak out a sincere-sounding apology. I might have felt sorry for the man if he hadn’t been such a prick earlier.
“ Excellent, ” Jake said. “Now we can all be friends again.” He pulled the knife away from the big man’s throat and Carson fairly fell back in an attempt to get away from the poisoned blade. I looked at my tomahawk and then looked back at the men lounging nearby and they suddenly realized they had other places to be.
Carson stalked away and Jake came over to where I was standing.
“Think this might be trouble later?” he asked.
I knew what he was saying, and I didn’t feel like getting into trouble, so I lied.
“Should be alright. If we were staying it would be, but I don’t think so.” I knew Jake would finish the man off if he felt he had a reason, and I didn’t want to stay any longer.
“Hope so.” Jake turned to the young woman who had never left Julia’s side. As he approached, I saw Julia sheath a knife at the small of her back. Carson Casey would have died one way or the other today.
“Sorry for the trouble, ma’am.” Jake said to the young mother. “Hope that fool doesn’t bother you anymore .”
The woman blushed. “He’s been a pain, but I can’t fight him with my babies nearby.”
“If you need help, just have someone get in touch with us. We’ll take care of things, ” Jake promised.
“Thank you.” She turned to Julia. “Thank you.”
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