they had run into. Daniels grabbed the
M4 and tried to spin it toward the soldier. The strap was still
looped around the woman’s neck. Daniels gave the rifle another
yank, but couldn’t get the barrel of the rifle to come around. The
dead soldier knocked Daniels over backward. Bunker raced down the
rest of the stairs, connecting his right boot with the side of the
zombie’s head. The surprise attack had little effect on the zombie,
but it gave Daniels enough time to get back on his feet. The two men
raced up the stairs, but they weren’t fast enough. The zombie was
right on Daniels’ heels and got ahold of his ankle. Daniels crashed
down onto the stairs whacking his chin off the step. The soldier held
firm and yanked him back down. Daniels flipped onto his back and
kicked wildly with his free foot while the zombie fought off the
attack.
Bunker was still racing
up the stairs, unaware Daniels was no longer behind him.
Destiny ran past Bunker
as she headed down the flight of stairs.
For a brief second,
Bunker thought, “What the hell are you doing?” He turned back in
time to see Destiny pulling something from her bag. She raised her
arm, and a flash lit up the dim stairwell. The crack of the small
caliber gun was deafening as the sound bounced off the narrow walls.
The three them of flinched at the piercing noise. The soldier
collapsed forward, motionless. “Where the fuck did you get that?”
Daniels screamed.
Destiny dropped the
Kel-Tec P32 back into her purse next to an assortment of condoms,
“Honey, a girl needs protection, all kinds, these days. Besides you
should be thanking me. I just saved your life.”
“I guess you’re
right. Thank you,” Daniels mustered.
Bunker walked back down
the stairs with an apologetic look on his face, “Sorry, Corp. I
thought you were right behind me.”
Daniels used his boot
to push the corpse’s head off his leg. He stood up wiping the blood
off his face, “Don’t worry about it. I don’t even know how he
caught me. That thing was fast. Really fast,” Daniels said giving
the soldier a light kick to make sure he was dead.
It didn’t move.
He stepped over the
body and back down the stairs to the dead woman soldier. He finished
untangling the M4 strap from her head and held up the rifle to
examine it.
“Do you know how to
work that?” Bunker asked.
“Yeah, I’m kind of
a gun guy. I’ve got quite the collection locked away at home.”
Bunker smirked, “I
bet you wish you had all of them here now.”
“Not all of them. I’m
hoping my boys have already raided the room.”
Daniels pulled the
magazine from the rifle, saw it was full, and slammed it back in. He
pulled the bolt back and let it snap forward chambering a 5.56 round.
He slid the strap over his head and went for the side holster. He
pulled out the dead soldier’s sidearm. It was a piece of shit
Beretta 9mm. It wasn’t a hell of a lot of stopping power, but it
was better than nothing.
Daniels checked the
magazine and went to work removing the MOLLE vest, which contained
the soldiers extra ammo and the rest of the standard issued
accoutrement.
Daniels pulled the vest
half off the dead woman when he heard the sound of someone racking a
rifle behind him. He spun around raising the Beretta. When he
stopped, it was pointing at Bunker’s forehead.
Bunker put the rifle
down slowly and raised his hands, “I was checking to see if it was
loaded.”
Daniels lowered his
Beretta, “Sorry, Bunker, I forgot where I was for a minute.”
Bunker pointed at the
M4 with one of his raised fingers, “So it’s okay then?”
Daniels paused for a
moment, “Can I trust we’re done with the cops and robbers
bullshit, and we’re in this mess together…as friends?”
Bunker lowered his
massive hands, “I thought we had already decided we were brothers
to the end.”
He was right, Daniels
regretted his actions, and it was obvious to Bunker, “I’m sorry,
pal. I’m still a little edgy from having almost
M4 and tried to spin it toward the soldier. The strap was still
looped around the woman’s neck. Daniels gave the rifle another
yank, but couldn’t get the barrel of the rifle to come around. The
dead soldier knocked Daniels over backward. Bunker raced down the
rest of the stairs, connecting his right boot with the side of the
zombie’s head. The surprise attack had little effect on the zombie,
but it gave Daniels enough time to get back on his feet. The two men
raced up the stairs, but they weren’t fast enough. The zombie was
right on Daniels’ heels and got ahold of his ankle. Daniels crashed
down onto the stairs whacking his chin off the step. The soldier held
firm and yanked him back down. Daniels flipped onto his back and
kicked wildly with his free foot while the zombie fought off the
attack.
Bunker was still racing
up the stairs, unaware Daniels was no longer behind him.
Destiny ran past Bunker
as she headed down the flight of stairs.
For a brief second,
Bunker thought, “What the hell are you doing?” He turned back in
time to see Destiny pulling something from her bag. She raised her
arm, and a flash lit up the dim stairwell. The crack of the small
caliber gun was deafening as the sound bounced off the narrow walls.
The three them of flinched at the piercing noise. The soldier
collapsed forward, motionless. “Where the fuck did you get that?”
Daniels screamed.
Destiny dropped the
Kel-Tec P32 back into her purse next to an assortment of condoms,
“Honey, a girl needs protection, all kinds, these days. Besides you
should be thanking me. I just saved your life.”
“I guess you’re
right. Thank you,” Daniels mustered.
Bunker walked back down
the stairs with an apologetic look on his face, “Sorry, Corp. I
thought you were right behind me.”
Daniels used his boot
to push the corpse’s head off his leg. He stood up wiping the blood
off his face, “Don’t worry about it. I don’t even know how he
caught me. That thing was fast. Really fast,” Daniels said giving
the soldier a light kick to make sure he was dead.
It didn’t move.
He stepped over the
body and back down the stairs to the dead woman soldier. He finished
untangling the M4 strap from her head and held up the rifle to
examine it.
“Do you know how to
work that?” Bunker asked.
“Yeah, I’m kind of
a gun guy. I’ve got quite the collection locked away at home.”
Bunker smirked, “I
bet you wish you had all of them here now.”
“Not all of them. I’m
hoping my boys have already raided the room.”
Daniels pulled the
magazine from the rifle, saw it was full, and slammed it back in. He
pulled the bolt back and let it snap forward chambering a 5.56 round.
He slid the strap over his head and went for the side holster. He
pulled out the dead soldier’s sidearm. It was a piece of shit
Beretta 9mm. It wasn’t a hell of a lot of stopping power, but it
was better than nothing.
Daniels checked the
magazine and went to work removing the MOLLE vest, which contained
the soldiers extra ammo and the rest of the standard issued
accoutrement.
Daniels pulled the vest
half off the dead woman when he heard the sound of someone racking a
rifle behind him. He spun around raising the Beretta. When he
stopped, it was pointing at Bunker’s forehead.
Bunker put the rifle
down slowly and raised his hands, “I was checking to see if it was
loaded.”
Daniels lowered his
Beretta, “Sorry, Bunker, I forgot where I was for a minute.”
Bunker pointed at the
M4 with one of his raised fingers, “So it’s okay then?”
Daniels paused for a
moment, “Can I trust we’re done with the cops and robbers
bullshit, and we’re in this mess together…as friends?”
Bunker lowered his
massive hands, “I thought we had already decided we were brothers
to the end.”
He was right, Daniels
regretted his actions, and it was obvious to Bunker, “I’m sorry,
pal. I’m still a little edgy from having almost
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