Zombie Fallout 9 by Mark Tufo Page B

little when he realized what he’d said. “Those poor fucking people.” What little mirth he had quickly ran away as it was faced with the horror that had been that store. “We can’t leave that place there.”
    I hadn’t gotten to that reasoning and not sure if I ever would. I was pretty much happy that I’d left with my life and that of BT’s. Does that make me narcissistic?
    â€œAny ideas?” I asked, pretty much hoping he wouldn’t have any. I didn’t want to go back, ever. The chances I would be able to forget the utter futility I saw in those two faces was slim; to go back would just reinforce the memory.
    â€œFire? We could burn the place.” Ron offered.
    â€œIt was made of cinder block, and I don’t think we can go back in without a substantial fight. Had to have been at least fifty or sixty zombies stacked up.”
    â€œI’ve got an idea.” BT had a strange look in his eyes.
    â€œIs this an idea like a ‘Mike idea’ or a real idea?” I prodded him.
    â€œThose asses that shot a rocket at us.”
    â€œWhat about them?” I did not like where this was going.
    â€œI bet they have more rockets.”
    â€œGood for them,” I told him.
    â€œWe need those rockets.”
    â€œListen, it was all kind of funny when we were talking about how being around me could make you catch crazy, but that’s all it was … talk I mean. You want to hunt down some murderous men, steal their shit so we can come back here and blow up a zombie hive?”
    â€œYeah, that’s about it.”
    â€œNo,” I blurted out.
    â€œWho the fuck made you boss?”
    He’d gone from thinking in the abstract to looking like he was going to put me in traction in a matter of a second or two.
    â€œBT, that is a lot more risk than I’m thinking we should put ourselves into.” It was Ron who decided now might be a good time to interject.
    â€œYou saw them, Mike.” BT had softened. “You said you saw a woman holding her kid, nobody, fucking nobody should ever have to go through that. We have a chance to make sure it doesn’t happen again, and I say we take it.”
    â€œHaving a chance would imply that we have the necessary weaponry with us. We don’t; you want to hunt and kill men so we can hunt and kill zombies.”
    â€œHow old do you think that kid was, Mike? Tell me. What if it happens again? That’s on you.”
    It wasn’t really. There’s no way I could be held accountable, but that wouldn’t stop me from pondering the thought constantly, and most likely while I tried to sleep. I would forever think of some hapless family wandering into that store only to become a human MRE.
    I stuck my finger up. “Don’t you ever fucking say my plans are for shit again. Do you understand me?”
    â€œWe’re doing this? You’re seriously thinking about doing this?” Ron asked. “Those guys are long gone by now.”
    â€œDoubtful, they probably live relatively close by, and these are their hunting grounds. So, in reality, we’ll be getting rid of two human traps today. Fantastic.”
    â€œGood to have you back, Mike.” BT beamed.
    â€œFuck this, Mike,” Ron said. “This is insane. You said so yourself, not ten seconds ago. We just need to get Erin and get the hell back home.”
    â€œYou know what’s insane, big brother?”
    He didn’t answer.
    â€œTelling that man, ‘no.’”
    â€œThat’s what I’m talking about.” BT said.
    â€œEven if I wasn’t afraid, he’d twist me in two. He’s right. We’d be doing the right thing and saving who knows how many people. We owe it—”
    â€œTo who, who the fuck do we owe it to?” Ron was getting angry.
    I looked at Ron. My older brother had been delivered a hard lesson this day, and it wasn’t going to get any easier.
    â€œWe