didn’t
want to give them an opportunity to think otherwise.
It was pretty cold up in the watchtower. The slight bit of
wind had just enough bite to make me miserable without forcing me to go back to
the house. The others seemed comfortable enough with their olive drab colored
suits and gloves, but all I was wearing were a pair of jeans and a button-down
shirt.
I was in the same tower as Dudley. Georgie, Javie and
Kingsley had a tower to themselves. I was glad Georgie wasn’t here with me; I
might have been tempted to throw him off.
We sat for a while and watched the empty street with our
weapons held at the ready. I was a little nervous being on top of the tower. It
didn’t exactly seem very sturdy. I had time to think thoughts like this because
the wait was a long one.
“How far away was he?” I asked.
“Be quiet,” Dudley responded.
“Just answer the fucking question,” I replied.
“I don’t know, now shut up.”
Since he was being an ass, I stopped trying to talk to him
and focused my attention on the street. There were a couple of street lights,
so visibility wasn’t going to be a problem, but sitting there and waiting was
completely nerve racking. I felt like one of those little villagers waiting for
King Kong to show up after they tied that chick up as a sacrifice. You know
what I’m talking about?
“ I do .”
Then we heard the engine. It was loud, so that meant that
Jaxon was hauling ass. Just a moment later, we saw the headlights and then the
Jeep was turning up the road and heading right towards us. I couldn’t see
beyond the glare of the headlights. I began to panic and started shouting at
him to turn off his lights.
Dudley smacked me on the arm.
“Shut up,” he growled.
The Jeep wasn’t slowing down. I began to worry that it was
going to collide with the gate. If that happened and the gate fell, the two
watchtowers would probably go with it.
“Dude, tell him to slow the fuck down.” I told Dudley.
“Nick,” he growled without taking his eyes off the road.
“You’re going to be in a fight very soon. If you can’t stop acting mental, then
just duck down out of sight and I will let you know when it’s over.”
With just enough room, Jaxon hit the brakes and squealed his
tires in a wicked slide that put the passenger door almost at our gate and
faced the driver’s side door down the open street. The Jeep had been beaten all
to hell. I was immediately thinking that he must have driven it through a big
bunch of zombies and I started wondering how many were going to show up hot on
his trail.
Jaxon stepped out of the vehicle with his pistol aimed down
the road. I could have recognized him even without the heads up from Dudley.
There’s just no mistaking those big ass shoulders of his or the usual scruff on
his chin. He was wearing the same olive drab fatigues that the other guys were
wearing, but his were a hell of a lot filthier and his left sleeve was
completely torn off. Accompanying all of this was the black Harley Davidson cap
over his light brown hair which as always, was turned backwards so that the
bill was over his neck. He was tense. I could tell that from his posture. He
was rapidly moving the gun from left to right as he desperately searched for
something to shoot.
I looked from Dudley to the morons in the other tower. They
were all watching Jax and looking pretty confused. I decided to watch the
street instead of Jax. I was hoping to find a target before anyone else, that
way I could give them hell later.
The nighttime air was deathly quiet. The only sound around
for miles was that of the crunching gravel under Jaxons shoes. It was a weird
silence. It didn’t feel right. I’m not really sure how describe it.
A young woman in a white dress climbed onto the rooftop about
six houses down. I knew she wasn’t a zombie just by looking at her. She just
didn’t move like a zombie. It was obvious that she also didn’t want Jax to see
her by the stealthy way in which
want to give them an opportunity to think otherwise.
It was pretty cold up in the watchtower. The slight bit of
wind had just enough bite to make me miserable without forcing me to go back to
the house. The others seemed comfortable enough with their olive drab colored
suits and gloves, but all I was wearing were a pair of jeans and a button-down
shirt.
I was in the same tower as Dudley. Georgie, Javie and
Kingsley had a tower to themselves. I was glad Georgie wasn’t here with me; I
might have been tempted to throw him off.
We sat for a while and watched the empty street with our
weapons held at the ready. I was a little nervous being on top of the tower. It
didn’t exactly seem very sturdy. I had time to think thoughts like this because
the wait was a long one.
“How far away was he?” I asked.
“Be quiet,” Dudley responded.
“Just answer the fucking question,” I replied.
“I don’t know, now shut up.”
Since he was being an ass, I stopped trying to talk to him
and focused my attention on the street. There were a couple of street lights,
so visibility wasn’t going to be a problem, but sitting there and waiting was
completely nerve racking. I felt like one of those little villagers waiting for
King Kong to show up after they tied that chick up as a sacrifice. You know
what I’m talking about?
“ I do .”
Then we heard the engine. It was loud, so that meant that
Jaxon was hauling ass. Just a moment later, we saw the headlights and then the
Jeep was turning up the road and heading right towards us. I couldn’t see
beyond the glare of the headlights. I began to panic and started shouting at
him to turn off his lights.
Dudley smacked me on the arm.
“Shut up,” he growled.
The Jeep wasn’t slowing down. I began to worry that it was
going to collide with the gate. If that happened and the gate fell, the two
watchtowers would probably go with it.
“Dude, tell him to slow the fuck down.” I told Dudley.
“Nick,” he growled without taking his eyes off the road.
“You’re going to be in a fight very soon. If you can’t stop acting mental, then
just duck down out of sight and I will let you know when it’s over.”
With just enough room, Jaxon hit the brakes and squealed his
tires in a wicked slide that put the passenger door almost at our gate and
faced the driver’s side door down the open street. The Jeep had been beaten all
to hell. I was immediately thinking that he must have driven it through a big
bunch of zombies and I started wondering how many were going to show up hot on
his trail.
Jaxon stepped out of the vehicle with his pistol aimed down
the road. I could have recognized him even without the heads up from Dudley.
There’s just no mistaking those big ass shoulders of his or the usual scruff on
his chin. He was wearing the same olive drab fatigues that the other guys were
wearing, but his were a hell of a lot filthier and his left sleeve was
completely torn off. Accompanying all of this was the black Harley Davidson cap
over his light brown hair which as always, was turned backwards so that the
bill was over his neck. He was tense. I could tell that from his posture. He
was rapidly moving the gun from left to right as he desperately searched for
something to shoot.
I looked from Dudley to the morons in the other tower. They
were all watching Jax and looking pretty confused. I decided to watch the
street instead of Jax. I was hoping to find a target before anyone else, that
way I could give them hell later.
The nighttime air was deathly quiet. The only sound around
for miles was that of the crunching gravel under Jaxons shoes. It was a weird
silence. It didn’t feel right. I’m not really sure how describe it.
A young woman in a white dress climbed onto the rooftop about
six houses down. I knew she wasn’t a zombie just by looking at her. She just
didn’t move like a zombie. It was obvious that she also didn’t want Jax to see
her by the stealthy way in which
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