to keep my hands up as he throws punches at
me, but I am hurting.
Suddenly
he stops attacking me and he screams out in pain again. When he turns around
the knife is in a different spot. Sara pulled it out and stabbed him again.
This is my chance. I muster everything I have left in me and kick hard into the
back of his leg. This sends him to his knees. I quickly reach out and throw my
arms around his head. I choke him out by pinching off his carotid artery with
my forearm. If you get a good deep choke, you can make someone blackout in a
few seconds. I feel his body go limp. My nose kills with every heavy breath I
take.
What
the hell were these assholes thinking? Trying to steal someone’s ride. Then he breaks
my nose. I am no Brad Pitt, but I liked my nose and now I am going to look like
an old boxer. He fully passes out. I let his body go and it falls forward and
lands face down on his blonde friend. I look up at Sara. My eyelids flutter and
I can’t focus. She pulls the knife out of his body and puts it back into its
sheath.
“Thank
you,” my eyes will not focus and my voice sounds funny with my busted nose full
of blood.
“I
owed you one,” she steps over to help Devon up. I hope that this doesn’t become
the new form of currency. Violent acts exchanged for more violent acts; you
saved me from being raped. Okay. I owe you two stabs in someone’s back.
“Help
me with him,” we grab Devon by the arms and pull him to his feet. He is going
to have a black eye and his lip is busted.
“Fuck,
that hurt dude. Sorry,” he says.
“That’s
okay,” I rinse the blood out of my mouth and then take a big drink of water.
“Lets
get the hell out of here,” Sara helps him back around to the passenger’s side
of the car. I get back into the Bronco and lock the door behind me. I look in
the rearview mirror and check out my nose. There is a bulge on the bridge. I have
seen in movies where tough guys reset the nose easy-peasy. The last thing I
want to do is touch it. Devon lies down on the bench. Sara sits up front next
to me. She grimaces when she sees my nose.
“It
looks broken.”
“It’s
very broken.”
“You
want me to set it?”
“No,”
I say instantly.
“Are
you going to?”
“No,”
I say as fast as before.
“It
will take two seconds and then we can get going.”
“Have
you ever done it before?”
“No,
I’ve seen it in the movies.”
“You
don’t know what you’re doing,” she moves closer to my face with her hands out.
“It
can’t be that hard. Don’t be a pussy.”
Who
is this girl? She has her hands close to my nose.
“Please
don’t!” I plead with her.
“Hey!
Hold still! You don’t want me to fuck this up, do you?” I wince when she
touches my nose.
“Please
stop! It’s fine! I’ll be OKAAAAY!” Crunch! This crazy chick reset my nose. Damn
it hurts! I look in the mirror and the bulge is gone. My nose is swollen and
hurts like hell. Who is this girl? She resets broken noses and will stab a man
to save a stranger. “I can’t believe you did that!”
“I
told you it was easy. Can we go now?”
“Yeah,”
I look back at Devon. He stares at Sara. It is puppy love. My first impression
of this girl is that she chews up and spits out boys like Devon. I hit the gas.
I snake my way down some back roads. They seem to be a little quieter. No more
stops, I promise myself. I can’t take anymore car crashes or punches to the
face.
The
next intersection we pull up to has an old folks home on the corner.
“Oh
no.”
“What?”
asks Devon.
“It’s
an old folks home.”
“So?”
“Look,”
he sits up to see. The street if full of old infected bodies. They see us and
shuffle our way. If I go through them I will wreck this Bronco. Someone must
have passed early this morning and the rest of the poor old people could not do
anything to stop them. Oh crap, I remember there is an old folks home not even
three blocks from where I live. I am not an ageist, but when people
me, but I am hurting.
Suddenly
he stops attacking me and he screams out in pain again. When he turns around
the knife is in a different spot. Sara pulled it out and stabbed him again.
This is my chance. I muster everything I have left in me and kick hard into the
back of his leg. This sends him to his knees. I quickly reach out and throw my
arms around his head. I choke him out by pinching off his carotid artery with
my forearm. If you get a good deep choke, you can make someone blackout in a
few seconds. I feel his body go limp. My nose kills with every heavy breath I
take.
What
the hell were these assholes thinking? Trying to steal someone’s ride. Then he breaks
my nose. I am no Brad Pitt, but I liked my nose and now I am going to look like
an old boxer. He fully passes out. I let his body go and it falls forward and
lands face down on his blonde friend. I look up at Sara. My eyelids flutter and
I can’t focus. She pulls the knife out of his body and puts it back into its
sheath.
“Thank
you,” my eyes will not focus and my voice sounds funny with my busted nose full
of blood.
“I
owed you one,” she steps over to help Devon up. I hope that this doesn’t become
the new form of currency. Violent acts exchanged for more violent acts; you
saved me from being raped. Okay. I owe you two stabs in someone’s back.
“Help
me with him,” we grab Devon by the arms and pull him to his feet. He is going
to have a black eye and his lip is busted.
“Fuck,
that hurt dude. Sorry,” he says.
“That’s
okay,” I rinse the blood out of my mouth and then take a big drink of water.
“Lets
get the hell out of here,” Sara helps him back around to the passenger’s side
of the car. I get back into the Bronco and lock the door behind me. I look in
the rearview mirror and check out my nose. There is a bulge on the bridge. I have
seen in movies where tough guys reset the nose easy-peasy. The last thing I
want to do is touch it. Devon lies down on the bench. Sara sits up front next
to me. She grimaces when she sees my nose.
“It
looks broken.”
“It’s
very broken.”
“You
want me to set it?”
“No,”
I say instantly.
“Are
you going to?”
“No,”
I say as fast as before.
“It
will take two seconds and then we can get going.”
“Have
you ever done it before?”
“No,
I’ve seen it in the movies.”
“You
don’t know what you’re doing,” she moves closer to my face with her hands out.
“It
can’t be that hard. Don’t be a pussy.”
Who
is this girl? She has her hands close to my nose.
“Please
don’t!” I plead with her.
“Hey!
Hold still! You don’t want me to fuck this up, do you?” I wince when she
touches my nose.
“Please
stop! It’s fine! I’ll be OKAAAAY!” Crunch! This crazy chick reset my nose. Damn
it hurts! I look in the mirror and the bulge is gone. My nose is swollen and
hurts like hell. Who is this girl? She resets broken noses and will stab a man
to save a stranger. “I can’t believe you did that!”
“I
told you it was easy. Can we go now?”
“Yeah,”
I look back at Devon. He stares at Sara. It is puppy love. My first impression
of this girl is that she chews up and spits out boys like Devon. I hit the gas.
I snake my way down some back roads. They seem to be a little quieter. No more
stops, I promise myself. I can’t take anymore car crashes or punches to the
face.
The
next intersection we pull up to has an old folks home on the corner.
“Oh
no.”
“What?”
asks Devon.
“It’s
an old folks home.”
“So?”
“Look,”
he sits up to see. The street if full of old infected bodies. They see us and
shuffle our way. If I go through them I will wreck this Bronco. Someone must
have passed early this morning and the rest of the poor old people could not do
anything to stop them. Oh crap, I remember there is an old folks home not even
three blocks from where I live. I am not an ageist, but when people
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