The Orphans (Book 3): Strangers by Mike Evans Page A

had. Pieces of the leg fell from the mouth of Turned. It clenched it’s fists sticking it’s chest out never letting up its cry. Cedric Philip and Eric unleashed hell’s fire on it hitting it dead center in the chest from all three rifles. The force of that many bullets knocked it backwards on the opposite side of the pickup truck and out of view.
                  Philip screamed, “Who else is up for getting a new truck? There’s only a few thousand who no longer have got a use for them right? Lets just cut our loses and get out of here. We can just leave man.”
                  Tim walked around the side of the truck the Turned was having issues using it’s arm. Tim could see that its elbow had been shot and was no longer making it functional the bone was sticking out the side of its arm. Tim aimed true seeing the elbow and screamed to the rest of the men. “You’ve got to shoot them where it counts or you’re just wasting your fuckin ammo!”
                  Cedric yelled, “Yeah we get it Tim we need to shoot them in the head or they won’t stop.”
                  Tim shook his head no. “We won’t always be able to hit these things in the head. Especially with these damn shotguns.”
                  Cedric screamed, “So what the hell are you trying to say, get to the point before this damn thing tries to kill us…..again”
                  Tim pulled the trigger the first blast sending a half inch slug through its knee. It buckled and fell to the ground. For a moment the men looked at it as less than invincible and more like a man. When it growled and pushed up with it’s one good arm remaining trying to balance itself Tim fired again blowing through its spine crippling it. It tried to squirm on the ground. When it did Tim walked up pulling the pistol from his pants as he approached it and put one final shot through its skull.
                  The other three men walked around slowly to join Tim and get their first good look at one of the Turned up close and personal. They stared at it in awe for a moment looking at it’s arms. It’s muscles appeared to bulge from it’s skin. When it’s leg twitched the three men jumped back a foot each using one more bullet firing it into the things skull.
                  Tim watched smiling trying to hold back a laugh. “Hey guys I think that they, are or he or it whatever the fuck you call it is dead.”
                  Philip nudged at it with the barrel of his gun. “Hey you think that they are going to be able to cure these things?”
                  Cedric said, “No I kind of think that this one is a lost cause.”
                  Philip looked at the brass and shotgun casings on the ground. “We are gonna need to really start saving our ammo.”
                  He did some visible math on his fingers as he did he fired up a smoke losing count and having to start over again. The men waited thinking something useful would come from it. He said, “Man we are going to need like a lot bigger truck.”
                  Tim shook his head looking at his pickup. “Nope, we don’t need a bigger truck we need a damn bus.”
                  Tim was the only one not laughing when he said this. Eric said, “And where do you want to get a bus from?”
                  Cedric cut in, “There’s a high school five blocks from here, we are going to go there its a no brainer.”
                  Tim shook his head no, “Yeah I kinda think the schools a death trap to try and go to. I do appreciate how close it is to us but.”
                  Cedric walked past jumping in the ddriver’s seat. “But nothin get in every minute we waste here is one more we might have needed for something else. Those surivial centers might open up soon. If we aren’t there in time maybe