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was to not get
killed. The shuffling sound of moving feet between the loading dock and store,
became a constant flow as people moved around each other, all trying to work as
fast as possible.
Abe, arms full with a 50 pound bag of rice, followed a
biker back through the swinging doors and deposited his haul onto the dock,
near the trailer. Jack and Billy's son had moved from guard duty to loading
duty and a lot of food was being put in the truck, though it was a big trailer
and they hadn't taken up much room. Abe saw Billy talking with the leader of
the bikers near the stairs of the dock, and walked over to see what was going
on.
"I don't know, Wes, it's not really my call to
make," Billy said to the older man. Billy saw Abe move over and turned to
look at him. "Abe, Wes here has a proposition. They need a place to stay
for a few days. In return, they'll help us load all the food and get out of
here quicker."
Billy seemed to be asking Abe's permission, but Abe didn't
feel like he was the guy to ask. He was thinking through the ramifications when
the lightly bearded giant that helped him earlier walked over. "Hey pop,"
he said, "we got about as much as we can carry, or push in those grocery
carts. Time to go?"
The older man looked from the newcomer to Abe, considering.
Abe looked up at the younger man. "This is your dad?"
"I don't like to claim it, but he is," returned
the big man. "Didn't have time to meet you earlier, name's Rich." He
held out his hand again and Abe took it. The man’s hand swallowed his own, but
the big man didn't put any extra pressure, no contesting of will. Rich had
light brown hair, a long nose and an even larger Adam's apple, which poked out
in dramatic fashion. He looked like a muscled version of Ichabod Crane. What
drew Abe to the big man, even more than his saving him earlier, was the smile. Abe
thought himself a good judge of character, who doesn't, and he liked the big
man. He also thought it spoke well that he got along with his father.
While thinking about the offer, the group was joined by two
bikers Abe hadn't seen earlier. Abe only need a glance to know he didn't have a
good feeling about them. The first man, not taller than average, walked like a
mix between viper and peacock. He had a dark complexion, with even darker eyes,
eyes that would have been more natural in one of the fallen. Unlike his fellow
bikers, this man sported no beard, no goatee, just the stubble of a man who
hadn't shaved in a few days. Another difference was his hair, or lack of hair,
for the man was completely bald. Abe sensed something dark about him, a shadow
to the man which spoke of danger.
Beside the bald man, towering over him like a child, was a Sasquatch
of a man. Grease, dirt and filth were his attire, with a beard that hung to his
stomach. He exuded the power of a Lion, with the creased face of a monkey,
until one looked again and saw the face for what it was, the face of a savage.
"Did they ask for help?" asked the bald man. He
talked with his head down and eyes up, as if he were looking through his brow. His
voice was slippery and full of scorn. He didn't look at Billy or Abe.
Wes gave a horse laugh and slapped the man on the shoulder.
"Hardly Dave, we offered to pitch in if we could stay at their place for a
few days."
Abe thought Dave didn't like Wes slapping him, nor the way
he casually shut him down. He caught Billy's eyes, both men asking themselves
the same question. Can we trust them? If it were just Dave and Goliath here,
then Abe wouldn't even have had to think about it, but he liked Wes and Rich. More
importantly, they were in charge.
Abe made a decision and hoped it was the right one,
otherwise, it could place everyone in a lot of danger. He turned to Wes.
"You know what you're asking, don't you? In these times? We've already
had more than one incident with people who want to hurt us or take what we
have."
The older man kept his eyes on Abe. "I understand. You
have my word, we're
killed. The shuffling sound of moving feet between the loading dock and store,
became a constant flow as people moved around each other, all trying to work as
fast as possible.
Abe, arms full with a 50 pound bag of rice, followed a
biker back through the swinging doors and deposited his haul onto the dock,
near the trailer. Jack and Billy's son had moved from guard duty to loading
duty and a lot of food was being put in the truck, though it was a big trailer
and they hadn't taken up much room. Abe saw Billy talking with the leader of
the bikers near the stairs of the dock, and walked over to see what was going
on.
"I don't know, Wes, it's not really my call to
make," Billy said to the older man. Billy saw Abe move over and turned to
look at him. "Abe, Wes here has a proposition. They need a place to stay
for a few days. In return, they'll help us load all the food and get out of
here quicker."
Billy seemed to be asking Abe's permission, but Abe didn't
feel like he was the guy to ask. He was thinking through the ramifications when
the lightly bearded giant that helped him earlier walked over. "Hey pop,"
he said, "we got about as much as we can carry, or push in those grocery
carts. Time to go?"
The older man looked from the newcomer to Abe, considering.
Abe looked up at the younger man. "This is your dad?"
"I don't like to claim it, but he is," returned
the big man. "Didn't have time to meet you earlier, name's Rich." He
held out his hand again and Abe took it. The man’s hand swallowed his own, but
the big man didn't put any extra pressure, no contesting of will. Rich had
light brown hair, a long nose and an even larger Adam's apple, which poked out
in dramatic fashion. He looked like a muscled version of Ichabod Crane. What
drew Abe to the big man, even more than his saving him earlier, was the smile. Abe
thought himself a good judge of character, who doesn't, and he liked the big
man. He also thought it spoke well that he got along with his father.
While thinking about the offer, the group was joined by two
bikers Abe hadn't seen earlier. Abe only need a glance to know he didn't have a
good feeling about them. The first man, not taller than average, walked like a
mix between viper and peacock. He had a dark complexion, with even darker eyes,
eyes that would have been more natural in one of the fallen. Unlike his fellow
bikers, this man sported no beard, no goatee, just the stubble of a man who
hadn't shaved in a few days. Another difference was his hair, or lack of hair,
for the man was completely bald. Abe sensed something dark about him, a shadow
to the man which spoke of danger.
Beside the bald man, towering over him like a child, was a Sasquatch
of a man. Grease, dirt and filth were his attire, with a beard that hung to his
stomach. He exuded the power of a Lion, with the creased face of a monkey,
until one looked again and saw the face for what it was, the face of a savage.
"Did they ask for help?" asked the bald man. He
talked with his head down and eyes up, as if he were looking through his brow. His
voice was slippery and full of scorn. He didn't look at Billy or Abe.
Wes gave a horse laugh and slapped the man on the shoulder.
"Hardly Dave, we offered to pitch in if we could stay at their place for a
few days."
Abe thought Dave didn't like Wes slapping him, nor the way
he casually shut him down. He caught Billy's eyes, both men asking themselves
the same question. Can we trust them? If it were just Dave and Goliath here,
then Abe wouldn't even have had to think about it, but he liked Wes and Rich. More
importantly, they were in charge.
Abe made a decision and hoped it was the right one,
otherwise, it could place everyone in a lot of danger. He turned to Wes.
"You know what you're asking, don't you? In these times? We've already
had more than one incident with people who want to hurt us or take what we
have."
The older man kept his eyes on Abe. "I understand. You
have my word, we're
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