water and there may be a well or something there, we’ve got to find out.”
He gazed through the binoculars again and studied the small town for any sign of life but he could discern no movement.
We need water,” he repeated. “We’ll wait until dark then go in.”
She looked at his face and studied it for any sign of uncertainty.
“Won’t there be a danger of wasters at night? I mean they mostly stay close to towns, mostly. Shouldn’t we wait until morning?”
“There’s danger either way” he said. “But we can move around more easily at night and hide easier too. I can’t leave you out here by yourself we have to stick together now.”
They entered the small village at around two in the morning. The houses on each side of the street were abandoned and dilapidated. He ordered her to stay right behind him and in the tree line.
The girl had her pistol in her hand, “you know how to use that?” He asked her. She nodded affirmation. He took the pistol from her and chambered a round and then handed the weapon back to her.
“Don’t hesitate, don’t stop to think, pull the trigger. You see someone, anyone you shoot them, just don’t pull the trigger in my direction,” he whispered.
Charlie cautiously walked up to one of the houses, some of the homes had been boarded up but this one was not. Gingerly he stepped through the front doorway. The girl followed close behind but was having trouble finding her way in the dark.
“This is strange,” He said.
She was unable to see him but she made an attempt to follow the sound of his voice.
“What’s strange, what do you see?” She asked with a note of anxiety in her voice.
He picked up an opened can of food from the table and sniffed it. “There are some freshly opened tins of food here, someone left in a hurry and not too long ago.”
Charlie turned and something caught his eye outside of the window above the kitchen sink, what he saw made his blood run cold.
“Wasters, there are Wasters,” he pushed the words out under his breath.
He grabbed the girl by her coat and dragged her into the front room, through the open front door he could now see that about five Wasters were in the street, they turned in unison when they saw Charlie and the girl.
He hauled her into one of the bedrooms and tossed her inside and then slammed the door.
He pulled his shotgun from its scabbard, and then put his back against the wall and prepared to make a stand against the monsters.
One of the Wasters came through the door and he shot it in the head and it immediately fell in the doorway. The fallen Waster served as a temporary block in the way of the others, giving him some time to consider his options, which at this point were few.
The Waster he had shot was back on its feet within a minute and it led the others right to Charlie. He pulled a machete and started swinging and the demon lost its head, the body of the thing staggered off into the kitchen.
The other four came at Charlie, they backed him into the wall and he lost his grip on the machete. He picked up one of the zombies and shoved it into the others but it was too late, they were overpowering him.
He tried to recover his blade but it was to no avail. They clawed at him, he fought back violently but their strength was too great for him. Suddenly, the room was ablaze with light. A collective scream arose from the group of Wasters. On the opposite side of the room behind the wasters a blinding spot of light and then the world went black.
Chapter 13
He heard a distant voice,” Charlie, Charlie, you ok?”
He lay on the floor and when he opened his eyes he saw someone kneeling next to him, “Elizabeth?” The name slipped coarsely across his lips.
As
He gazed through the binoculars again and studied the small town for any sign of life but he could discern no movement.
We need water,” he repeated. “We’ll wait until dark then go in.”
She looked at his face and studied it for any sign of uncertainty.
“Won’t there be a danger of wasters at night? I mean they mostly stay close to towns, mostly. Shouldn’t we wait until morning?”
“There’s danger either way” he said. “But we can move around more easily at night and hide easier too. I can’t leave you out here by yourself we have to stick together now.”
They entered the small village at around two in the morning. The houses on each side of the street were abandoned and dilapidated. He ordered her to stay right behind him and in the tree line.
The girl had her pistol in her hand, “you know how to use that?” He asked her. She nodded affirmation. He took the pistol from her and chambered a round and then handed the weapon back to her.
“Don’t hesitate, don’t stop to think, pull the trigger. You see someone, anyone you shoot them, just don’t pull the trigger in my direction,” he whispered.
Charlie cautiously walked up to one of the houses, some of the homes had been boarded up but this one was not. Gingerly he stepped through the front doorway. The girl followed close behind but was having trouble finding her way in the dark.
“This is strange,” He said.
She was unable to see him but she made an attempt to follow the sound of his voice.
“What’s strange, what do you see?” She asked with a note of anxiety in her voice.
He picked up an opened can of food from the table and sniffed it. “There are some freshly opened tins of food here, someone left in a hurry and not too long ago.”
Charlie turned and something caught his eye outside of the window above the kitchen sink, what he saw made his blood run cold.
“Wasters, there are Wasters,” he pushed the words out under his breath.
He grabbed the girl by her coat and dragged her into the front room, through the open front door he could now see that about five Wasters were in the street, they turned in unison when they saw Charlie and the girl.
He hauled her into one of the bedrooms and tossed her inside and then slammed the door.
He pulled his shotgun from its scabbard, and then put his back against the wall and prepared to make a stand against the monsters.
One of the Wasters came through the door and he shot it in the head and it immediately fell in the doorway. The fallen Waster served as a temporary block in the way of the others, giving him some time to consider his options, which at this point were few.
The Waster he had shot was back on its feet within a minute and it led the others right to Charlie. He pulled a machete and started swinging and the demon lost its head, the body of the thing staggered off into the kitchen.
The other four came at Charlie, they backed him into the wall and he lost his grip on the machete. He picked up one of the zombies and shoved it into the others but it was too late, they were overpowering him.
He tried to recover his blade but it was to no avail. They clawed at him, he fought back violently but their strength was too great for him. Suddenly, the room was ablaze with light. A collective scream arose from the group of Wasters. On the opposite side of the room behind the wasters a blinding spot of light and then the world went black.
Chapter 13
He heard a distant voice,” Charlie, Charlie, you ok?”
He lay on the floor and when he opened his eyes he saw someone kneeling next to him, “Elizabeth?” The name slipped coarsely across his lips.
As
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