crying.
“I’m dead,” she sobbed.
I pushed her hair back away from her eyes. “Let me take a look at it.”
“Don’t let me turn into one of those things.”
I got out from underneath her and she tried to sit up. The damn thing was still attached to her foot though and she couldn’t turn over. I got to my feet and worked my way through all the shit in the back of the truck and bent down to have a look at her foot. The bastard had its mouth over the toe of her boot. I grabbed a handful of hair, took ahold of the jaw, and was able to pry it off. Cindy sat up right away and tore at the laces of her boot. She pulled her boot from her foot and yanked her sock off. I could see right away that she was going to be okay. The monsters teeth hadn’t been able to penetrate the thick leather of her boot.
“Should I shoot you now or wait until you start to turn?”
Cindy looked up at me and smiled, “You’re almost as big an asshole as Al. You know it?”
“I’ll take that as a compliment. Now get your boot back on. We have lots to do. With all the screaming and shooting we just did I think we’ll be getting company real soon.”
While Cindy put her boot back on I made as much room as I could in the back of the truck. Then I jumped to the U-Haul and started handing stuff over to her. There was so much gear we had to leave behind. Al had ten crates of grenades left and I was leaving five behind. There would be hell to pay later but that was too bad. Food and water had to top the list. Then guns and ammunition. Al’s toys came last. He would just have to cut back on his fun time.
I handed the last of the gear over to Cindy, “That’s everything,” I said.
“I want to take one last look around.”
She started to step over when a look of terror crossed her face. She stepped over quickly and a rotted hand grabbed at her, from beside the U-Haul, just catching the tail of her shirt. For a second I thought she would pull free. Then she teetered on the edge of the U-Haul and started to fall back. I could hear her shirt tearing as I grabbed her and pulled her into the box of the truck. Most of the buttons on her shirt popped off and I was momentarily distracted by the sight of her ample bosom. The zombie struggled to get between the truck and the U-Haul. Cindy threw her arms around me and held on. I freed one hand, drew my pistol, and shot it in the face. I held her to me in my other arm.
“You’re okay now.”
“No I’m not. I’ve had it with all this. Our lives have turned into a shitty horror movie. One scare leads right into the next. I want to wake up from this nightmare.”
I leaned back and we looked into each other’s eyes. For a half a second I thought we were going to kiss. Then the moment passed. “One day this will all be over. It might be a hundred years from now but I promise you things will get better. They have to.”
She buried her face in my chest and we stood there like that. I heard the sound of an engine and looked up. The front of a battered pick-up truck came into view as it went past the U-Haul. Al was driving and Gina was next to him in the seat. Both of them sat looking at us. Cindy pushed away from me and turned to face them, her shirt falling open. I looked down and shook my head.
“I’m guessing we got back just in time,” Al said, the hint of a scowl on his face.
Chapter 9
General Simmons didn’t even ask me about the missing soldiers he’d sent to search for Dr. Parks. There was definitely something wrong here. I understood that all he cared about was getting hold of Parks but it seemed to me that if his men had any information to add he would be more than anxious to find out what had happened to them. But he didn’t bother asking about them at all. One thing was certain, he didn’t buy the Springfield ruse. He went along with what I was saying well enough but I got the distinct impression he knew exactly where Parks was
“I’m dead,” she sobbed.
I pushed her hair back away from her eyes. “Let me take a look at it.”
“Don’t let me turn into one of those things.”
I got out from underneath her and she tried to sit up. The damn thing was still attached to her foot though and she couldn’t turn over. I got to my feet and worked my way through all the shit in the back of the truck and bent down to have a look at her foot. The bastard had its mouth over the toe of her boot. I grabbed a handful of hair, took ahold of the jaw, and was able to pry it off. Cindy sat up right away and tore at the laces of her boot. She pulled her boot from her foot and yanked her sock off. I could see right away that she was going to be okay. The monsters teeth hadn’t been able to penetrate the thick leather of her boot.
“Should I shoot you now or wait until you start to turn?”
Cindy looked up at me and smiled, “You’re almost as big an asshole as Al. You know it?”
“I’ll take that as a compliment. Now get your boot back on. We have lots to do. With all the screaming and shooting we just did I think we’ll be getting company real soon.”
While Cindy put her boot back on I made as much room as I could in the back of the truck. Then I jumped to the U-Haul and started handing stuff over to her. There was so much gear we had to leave behind. Al had ten crates of grenades left and I was leaving five behind. There would be hell to pay later but that was too bad. Food and water had to top the list. Then guns and ammunition. Al’s toys came last. He would just have to cut back on his fun time.
I handed the last of the gear over to Cindy, “That’s everything,” I said.
“I want to take one last look around.”
She started to step over when a look of terror crossed her face. She stepped over quickly and a rotted hand grabbed at her, from beside the U-Haul, just catching the tail of her shirt. For a second I thought she would pull free. Then she teetered on the edge of the U-Haul and started to fall back. I could hear her shirt tearing as I grabbed her and pulled her into the box of the truck. Most of the buttons on her shirt popped off and I was momentarily distracted by the sight of her ample bosom. The zombie struggled to get between the truck and the U-Haul. Cindy threw her arms around me and held on. I freed one hand, drew my pistol, and shot it in the face. I held her to me in my other arm.
“You’re okay now.”
“No I’m not. I’ve had it with all this. Our lives have turned into a shitty horror movie. One scare leads right into the next. I want to wake up from this nightmare.”
I leaned back and we looked into each other’s eyes. For a half a second I thought we were going to kiss. Then the moment passed. “One day this will all be over. It might be a hundred years from now but I promise you things will get better. They have to.”
She buried her face in my chest and we stood there like that. I heard the sound of an engine and looked up. The front of a battered pick-up truck came into view as it went past the U-Haul. Al was driving and Gina was next to him in the seat. Both of them sat looking at us. Cindy pushed away from me and turned to face them, her shirt falling open. I looked down and shook my head.
“I’m guessing we got back just in time,” Al said, the hint of a scowl on his face.
Chapter 9
General Simmons didn’t even ask me about the missing soldiers he’d sent to search for Dr. Parks. There was definitely something wrong here. I understood that all he cared about was getting hold of Parks but it seemed to me that if his men had any information to add he would be more than anxious to find out what had happened to them. But he didn’t bother asking about them at all. One thing was certain, he didn’t buy the Springfield ruse. He went along with what I was saying well enough but I got the distinct impression he knew exactly where Parks was
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