The Horror Squad 2

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the blankets were being bounced around.
    “Apparently an audience was okay for
them.” I stated. “Hey, fuck birds. Let’s go.” I
hollered.
    The blankets stopped and I turned to lead the
group in the opposite direction. We need to
head down and see what tools we can find.” I
instructed.
    Howard, Bo, and Donald headed to the other
end of the store to find another way downstairs
to look for tools as to not to have to pass the
bed that had continued on with its bit of
squeaking. Karen, Kris, and Lisa started
grabbing sheets and blankets and had found
some smaller pillows that were easy to carry.
Making our way down a few other aisles, and
came across soaps and shampoos.
    “This is good stuff right here.” Karen stated
holding up a bottle as she put it under her arm
and grabbed a few bottles to stack onto Kris
and Lisa’s armfuls.
    We came to the set of stairs that Howard, Bo
and Donald had found to make their way down
to the tools. They had gathered numerous things
off of the shelves and were passing them down
to each other to set outside the Sears doorway
into the mall corridor to pick up on our way
through. The girls placed their things outside
the doorway and stood in the line to help pass
things out to the mall corridor. I walked to the
other side of the aisle and found the generators.
“Bo help me out.” I hollered from the other
side.
    Bo walked around and picked up one side of
the generator as I picked up the other and
walked it to where the stack was. We went and
grabbed two more of them and walked them out
as well.
    “Alright, I am not sure what we already have
is going to be able to be taken back. So let’s get
the cars and pick up what we can on the way
and make our way back down here to the bay
doors and get the hell out of here.” I directed.
    Tina and Gizmo raced down the stairs from
behind us that we had come down just a bit
earlier.
“Fucking rotters!” Gizmo breathlessly stated
without his shirt on.
    We all pulled out the weapons we had on us
and waited for them. One fell from the top and
landed at the bottom and peered up at us. The
closest was Howard and he quickly gouged the
fallen rotter in the eye and backed away. A loud
ruckus came from the top of the stairs, four
more hit the bottom with sounds of their heads
bouncing off of the steps. Two of them reached
their feet fairly quickly and two were unable to
stand because of broken bones. Lisa quickly
made her way to one of the standing rotters and
swiped her knife through its head while Bo
stabbed at the second. The two on the ground
began to crawl towards us leaving a trail of
blood behind them. Their growling echoed and
made me cringe at the sound. I grabbed one by
the nastiness of its hair and stabbed it hard
through its rotting skull and Denson made a
quick stabbing motion at the other.
    Karen and Kris had made their way to each
side of the stairs waiting for more to come
tumbling, when two more rolled down. Both of
them took their stabs and hit their targets right
on and stood waiting for others. We all stared
up the stairs waiting so that we were not
surprised with anymore.
“Where the fuck are your clothes?” Howard
asked Gizmo.
    “I barely had time to get my pants on. We
thought it was you guys until one fell on top of
the damn bed!” Gizmo exclaimed. “I had to get
rid of that asshole just for Tina to get her
clothes.”
    “Sometimes it just isn’t the greatest idea to
bang your wife in the middle of the
apocalypse.” Donald laughed.
Tina glared at him and all of us with a bit of
a red face.
“We are going to get the trucks. Let’s go!” I
told them all.
    Everyone gathered their bearings from the
recent kills and moved out into the corridor of
the mall and down towards the Game
Exchange. I tried to arrange some things in both
of the trucks to make sure that there was room
for all of the things that we had pulled from the
stores, but we were nowhere close. We moved
all of

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