Zombie Fighter Jango #1 The Road to Hell Is Paved With Zombies by Cedric Nye

could hardly look away when he did anything with his hands. It was as if the play of the muscles in his forearms mesmerized her. She shook herself out of those kinds of thoughts.
    “You should get a backpack and a water container or two,” Jango told her . “The water is still on, but that won’t last.”
    He showed her how he had fixed up his own water situation, and she went ahead and did the same. After she had filled her water containers, he showed her the pantry. Sonja loaded up with beef-jerky, but she decided that half of her food
- stash should be comprised of the Belgian chocolate bars she found on one of the shelves.
    Instead of griping, as many men might do, Jango nodded his support at the wisdom of having chocolate. “That is smart,” he said to her, “Those guys that go to Antarctica or whatever always take chocolate. It gives them good energy, or something.”
    S he just looked at him, secretly wishing he would do something that would make her NOT like him so much! She wondered to herself whether Jango was feeling the heat between them that she felt.  
    When they were done loading up on food, Jango turned to her and said, “I have to get out of here. I mean, I know there is food, and we could fill all the containers with water, and probably live here for quite a while.” He looked down at his feet, embarrassed, shy, “But I can’t stand it in here anymore, I feel sick, sad, and trapped.”
    “Ughhhhh,” she screamed silently, friggin’ Jango, she thought, like a big puppy. What she said out loud was, “That’s cool, man. I am SO ready to blow this popsicle-stand.”
    His face split into a big grin. “Blow this popsicle-stand, eh?” He chuckled. “I haven’t heard anyone besides me use that expression in a long time.”
    They stood in companionable silence for a moment, two introverts that finally felt comfortable with each other, and who felt content in their silence.
    Finally, Sonja spoke, dealing herself in on whatever he might have in mind. “So,” she asked him, “What’s the plan for getting out of here?”

Chapter 1 1:
    Realizations and Clarifications
     
    “So what’s the plan for getting out of here?” Sonja asked Jango, letting him know that she was in, and ready to go with him when he left G&J Gun House.
    Jango was feeling trapped; hemmed in by the walls. And even though he knew there were enough supplies for him and Sonja to live there for a long time, he just couldn’t bear the thought of being trapped any longer. The safe haven had begun to feel like a prison to Jango.
    He wasn’t really sure what to make of Sonja. His experiences with women were almost nonexistent, and his understanding of women completely nonexistent, so he hadn’t a clue that she had begun to have a crush on him.
    What she didn’t know was that he definitely felt the same heat between them as she herself felt. Sonja made him feel warm inside.
    “Well,” Jango pondered the question, “I guess we should get some more gear before we go. Beyond that, I don’t have a clue.” He finished up, “I just want to get the hell out of here . The walls are kind of closing in, like some goddamn cage!”
    The truth was he had never really had much of a plan for anything in his whole life. He had his morals, a self-written code of behavior designed to keep him from becoming one of the twists, as he called abusers of all kinds. He had built his code to keep innocent people safe, and that was all the structure that he had. He had spent his entire life wrapping chains around his psyche, covering up his pain, caging his rage, and forcing himself to walk a path that had never suited his truth.
    The real truth of Jango was violence. Not the violence in a boxing-match or a cage-fight, and not the primetime sugar water gore of everybody’s favorite cop show. His truth was violence so pure and raw that it defied description. The abuse that he had suffered; the horrible beatings from his father, and the rape by his