though, if you would tell someone like
me so quickly. I don’t tolerate criminals or liars. We’ll exile them and get
rid of you now,” he said and pulled a knife out.
“Are
you actually going to kill me? I thought you were a cop.”
“I
am, but the world has changed. There aren’t prisons to lock men like you up.
There are only people like me who can make sure you’re never a threat again,”
he said and raised the knife.
“Wait
a minute. Don’t you want to hear what I did before you decide if I deserve to
die?”
Tate
wasn’t going to hear anything he said. In his mind, this had to be done. Max
saw his life flash before his eyes. It was over.
* * * * *
While
Max was being questioned, Zoe and Rebecca were with the other survivors. They
had already been told who they were dealing with, and
they acted as if they were more than glad to be accepted into a group. The
truth was that this group had been responsible for taking all of their
supplies, and they wanted them dead. Not everyone could be held responsible,
though. As far as they could tell, the only ones allowed to have guns were the two
officers. The others likely joined them out of desperation. Some might have
even been victims like themselves.
“That
guy has Max in a room alone, and we don’t have any idea what’s going on. We’ve
got to do something,” Zoe whispered.
“We
can’t do anything rash. We’ll be killed if we do. Besides, he’s probably being
questioned just like we were. I’m sure they’ll let him go after a while,”
Rebecca said.
“And
then what? Are we just going to stay here and be their prisoners? Count me out.
I’m finding a way out of here now.”
“If
you’ve got an idea, I’m open to it. I don’t think there’s anything we can do,
though,” Rebecca said while looking at the officer in the next room.
“We’ve
got to get a gun. From there, anything can happen.”
“I
can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’ve got an idea. Wait here.”
“No
way. Let me in on what’s going on.”
“I’m
going to sweet talk the guard and get him into a position where he’s away from
his gun. From there, I’ll steal it. There’s just one problem. I’ve never fired
a gun. Do you know how to ? If so, I’ll give it to you.”
“Not
really, but it can’t be that complicated. You’ve got a safety and then a
trigger. What could be so hard about that? Here’s what I don’t understand. If I
have the gun, does that mean I’m going to be shooting this guy?”
“No,
my plan is stupid. I can’t let you kill someone, and I’m going to be useless
with it. We need to figure something else out.”
“There
is nothing else. Max told me we might have to do some things we regret in order
to survive this. You get the gun, and I’ll do the rest.”
Rebecca
nodded and walked into the next room. The man looked surprised to see her
approaching him so casually.
“I
thought I told you to stay in there. We’ll be serving dinner in a couple of
hours. Anything else you need can wait.”
“Hold
on. What’s your name?”
“I’m
Aaron. Now go.”
“I’ve
got one question, Aaron. I can see that things work a certain way here. You and
your friend are in charge, and as long as the others do what you say, they get
to live here. It’s basically a shared dictatorship. I’ve got no problem with
that, but what does somebody have to do to gain a bigger standing in this
group?” she asked and closed the distance between them.
“There’s
nothing you can do. Now, get back in there.”
“I
disagree. I think there are plenty of ways we could make each other happy. You
scratch my back by giving me better standing, and I’ll make the apocalypse seem
like heaven for you,” she said as she wrapped her arms around him and gently
kissed his neck.
“I
think we might be able to work something out. Let me shut the door,” he said
and stepped toward it.
For
a brief moment, his guard was down. Rebecca had to act then. She reached
me so quickly. I don’t tolerate criminals or liars. We’ll exile them and get
rid of you now,” he said and pulled a knife out.
“Are
you actually going to kill me? I thought you were a cop.”
“I
am, but the world has changed. There aren’t prisons to lock men like you up.
There are only people like me who can make sure you’re never a threat again,”
he said and raised the knife.
“Wait
a minute. Don’t you want to hear what I did before you decide if I deserve to
die?”
Tate
wasn’t going to hear anything he said. In his mind, this had to be done. Max
saw his life flash before his eyes. It was over.
* * * * *
While
Max was being questioned, Zoe and Rebecca were with the other survivors. They
had already been told who they were dealing with, and
they acted as if they were more than glad to be accepted into a group. The
truth was that this group had been responsible for taking all of their
supplies, and they wanted them dead. Not everyone could be held responsible,
though. As far as they could tell, the only ones allowed to have guns were the two
officers. The others likely joined them out of desperation. Some might have
even been victims like themselves.
“That
guy has Max in a room alone, and we don’t have any idea what’s going on. We’ve
got to do something,” Zoe whispered.
“We
can’t do anything rash. We’ll be killed if we do. Besides, he’s probably being
questioned just like we were. I’m sure they’ll let him go after a while,”
Rebecca said.
“And
then what? Are we just going to stay here and be their prisoners? Count me out.
I’m finding a way out of here now.”
“If
you’ve got an idea, I’m open to it. I don’t think there’s anything we can do,
though,” Rebecca said while looking at the officer in the next room.
“We’ve
got to get a gun. From there, anything can happen.”
“I
can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’ve got an idea. Wait here.”
“No
way. Let me in on what’s going on.”
“I’m
going to sweet talk the guard and get him into a position where he’s away from
his gun. From there, I’ll steal it. There’s just one problem. I’ve never fired
a gun. Do you know how to ? If so, I’ll give it to you.”
“Not
really, but it can’t be that complicated. You’ve got a safety and then a
trigger. What could be so hard about that? Here’s what I don’t understand. If I
have the gun, does that mean I’m going to be shooting this guy?”
“No,
my plan is stupid. I can’t let you kill someone, and I’m going to be useless
with it. We need to figure something else out.”
“There
is nothing else. Max told me we might have to do some things we regret in order
to survive this. You get the gun, and I’ll do the rest.”
Rebecca
nodded and walked into the next room. The man looked surprised to see her
approaching him so casually.
“I
thought I told you to stay in there. We’ll be serving dinner in a couple of
hours. Anything else you need can wait.”
“Hold
on. What’s your name?”
“I’m
Aaron. Now go.”
“I’ve
got one question, Aaron. I can see that things work a certain way here. You and
your friend are in charge, and as long as the others do what you say, they get
to live here. It’s basically a shared dictatorship. I’ve got no problem with
that, but what does somebody have to do to gain a bigger standing in this
group?” she asked and closed the distance between them.
“There’s
nothing you can do. Now, get back in there.”
“I
disagree. I think there are plenty of ways we could make each other happy. You
scratch my back by giving me better standing, and I’ll make the apocalypse seem
like heaven for you,” she said as she wrapped her arms around him and gently
kissed his neck.
“I
think we might be able to work something out. Let me shut the door,” he said
and stepped toward it.
For
a brief moment, his guard was down. Rebecca had to act then. She reached
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