why should I be the one to extinguish this fire? Shielding my eyes with a hand against the bright sun, I made one last attempt.
“You will not survive without our leadership. Soon the army will come, and you will die under the tanks and air strikes. Submit to us.”
“Or what?”
I didn’t respond, it doesn’t make sense. Our snipers decided conflict for me by one precise round. Seven infected killed, we must move on. Amendment – six killed, one of the girls survived, scrubbing face from her girlfriend’s brains. I hit her in the knee and threw on the asphalt, take the gun, shoot. Bullet passes within an inch of her left ear, second bullet an inch from the right ear. She peed.
“If you want I will put the third right in the middle, do you agree? If not, get up slowly, without turning around!”
She slowly got up, and I heard her crying.
“From now on, you belong to us. You will live as we tell you, and you will give your lives when we say. If we say kill, you kill; if we tell you to spare somebody, you do just that; if we say die, then you will die. Do it all right and you'll live forever. Got that?”
“Ye-es.”
“Look at me.”
She slowly turned around, trying not to meet my eyes.
“You're one of us. Done.”
I pick up the AK-47 from the pavement, and showed her where to go. Around the corner was a whole group of newcomers waiting for us, armed with a variety of guns. Some have red plastic boxes full of Molotov cocktails. Here I gave her a machine gun and pulled out the city map.
“This important crossroads is blocked by the military; they have two cars and machine guns. Throw the infected at them as a shield, grab a crossroads or die. Forward!”
Left alone, I waited about a minute, until the shooting started on the crossroads, and then called the car. I needed a car, but it would dangerous to use - army helicopters were being ordered to destroy any unidentified vehicle. They fulfilled their orders unopposed; the enemies had absolute air superiority. So, we had to somehow distract them and the attack on the checkpoint was good for that.
I could see an old pizza car, which was perfect for me. Behind the wheel was a police woman with a fresh bandage on right hand. I had hit her with my air rifle an hour and a half ago.
“A helicopter flew to the checkpoint.”
“Good. Go through the alleys, and stick to the walls. Keep at twenty miles an hour and don’t stop!”
I gave the signal to the sniper team, who were tracking helicopters from attics, then sat in the passenger seat, take heavy army laptop and the pizza car started to move.
“Number Nine, Virginia waits.”
“Ok, I start my busines. Wait for the signal.”
At last, it's time for the real work to begin.
28. Workshop
“Another car with tools has arrived.”
“Well, unload it. What about the generators?”
“Five minutes.”
As a shop, Clarence chose this place in advance before coming to the city. He’d carefully studied the company's website and looked at all the pictures. Later, arriving in LA, he went to see it a couple of times with his own eyes, as a client. His wife also went, with the children staying in entertainment centers and restaurants nearby. They watched and took pictures, and then analyzed the data. That's right, from an early age he had encouraged his son and daughter to work.
In appearance, it was a usual car dealership, not the most prestigious. But the workshop was equipped with everything necessary to maintain and repair cars, which he’d found out when he came here to fix a dent, intentionally made on the hood.
The location was no less important than the equipment. The workshop was on the ground floor of a ten-storey building, which had a lot of useful features. There were numerous fast food joints, and a couple of pharmacies. There were clothes, shoes, computers, and other necessary stores. No gun shop, but no location could be completely perfect.
The building was located close to the city
“You will not survive without our leadership. Soon the army will come, and you will die under the tanks and air strikes. Submit to us.”
“Or what?”
I didn’t respond, it doesn’t make sense. Our snipers decided conflict for me by one precise round. Seven infected killed, we must move on. Amendment – six killed, one of the girls survived, scrubbing face from her girlfriend’s brains. I hit her in the knee and threw on the asphalt, take the gun, shoot. Bullet passes within an inch of her left ear, second bullet an inch from the right ear. She peed.
“If you want I will put the third right in the middle, do you agree? If not, get up slowly, without turning around!”
She slowly got up, and I heard her crying.
“From now on, you belong to us. You will live as we tell you, and you will give your lives when we say. If we say kill, you kill; if we tell you to spare somebody, you do just that; if we say die, then you will die. Do it all right and you'll live forever. Got that?”
“Ye-es.”
“Look at me.”
She slowly turned around, trying not to meet my eyes.
“You're one of us. Done.”
I pick up the AK-47 from the pavement, and showed her where to go. Around the corner was a whole group of newcomers waiting for us, armed with a variety of guns. Some have red plastic boxes full of Molotov cocktails. Here I gave her a machine gun and pulled out the city map.
“This important crossroads is blocked by the military; they have two cars and machine guns. Throw the infected at them as a shield, grab a crossroads or die. Forward!”
Left alone, I waited about a minute, until the shooting started on the crossroads, and then called the car. I needed a car, but it would dangerous to use - army helicopters were being ordered to destroy any unidentified vehicle. They fulfilled their orders unopposed; the enemies had absolute air superiority. So, we had to somehow distract them and the attack on the checkpoint was good for that.
I could see an old pizza car, which was perfect for me. Behind the wheel was a police woman with a fresh bandage on right hand. I had hit her with my air rifle an hour and a half ago.
“A helicopter flew to the checkpoint.”
“Good. Go through the alleys, and stick to the walls. Keep at twenty miles an hour and don’t stop!”
I gave the signal to the sniper team, who were tracking helicopters from attics, then sat in the passenger seat, take heavy army laptop and the pizza car started to move.
“Number Nine, Virginia waits.”
“Ok, I start my busines. Wait for the signal.”
At last, it's time for the real work to begin.
28. Workshop
“Another car with tools has arrived.”
“Well, unload it. What about the generators?”
“Five minutes.”
As a shop, Clarence chose this place in advance before coming to the city. He’d carefully studied the company's website and looked at all the pictures. Later, arriving in LA, he went to see it a couple of times with his own eyes, as a client. His wife also went, with the children staying in entertainment centers and restaurants nearby. They watched and took pictures, and then analyzed the data. That's right, from an early age he had encouraged his son and daughter to work.
In appearance, it was a usual car dealership, not the most prestigious. But the workshop was equipped with everything necessary to maintain and repair cars, which he’d found out when he came here to fix a dent, intentionally made on the hood.
The location was no less important than the equipment. The workshop was on the ground floor of a ten-storey building, which had a lot of useful features. There were numerous fast food joints, and a couple of pharmacies. There were clothes, shoes, computers, and other necessary stores. No gun shop, but no location could be completely perfect.
The building was located close to the city
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