point - blank shot.
Cowboy Hat looked around, adrenaline pumping furiously through his veins. The large quantities of meth and cocaine he had ingested over his lifetime had left his nervous system slightly fried and confused. He gave a victory yelp.
“ Hell yeah!” he shouted to no one in particular. He hadn’t felt this alive in a long time. A no - kidding gun battle for your life was the ultimate high, Cowboy Hat decided. Unfortunately for him, the victory did not last long.
With some groaning, Alex got up, the last bands of muscle and skin reknotting together. The blue glow from the stone was bright, and lit up the entire station. Cowboy Hat covered his eyes with his hands as he gaped at the glowing blue man in front of him. His face dropped as he watched the seemingly reanimated corpse stand up.
“ Zombie!” Cowboy Hat screamed. “Zombies coming to life! J esus, Mary, and Joseph, it’s the a pocalypse!”
Screaming, he pumped his shotgun, reloading it once again. He pulled the trigger again and again, each shot hitting his target, and each time, the buckshot had no effect. Finally, the hammer fell onto the empty chamber with a hollow, futile click . Stumbling a bit after the last shot, Alex looked at the ex-convict and smirked a bit.
“ I know, it’s pretty cool , huh?” Without waiting for an answer, Alex quickly shot him twice in the kneecap and Cowboy Hat fell to the floor, howling in pain.
Alex stretched his arms and chest as the last of his skin knotted back together. He walked over to Cowboy Hat and pointed the gun at his head, cocking the pistol back.
Cowboy Hat cried and muttered something about not wanting to die . Alex just shook his head , and used the back of his weapon to knock Cowboy Hat out. The blow to the head knocked his ridiculous hat to the floor. Looking around, Alex grabbed the cowboy hat and placed it onto the yokel’s face as if he were simply taking a siesta in the unlikely scene of a destroyed police station.
“ You’re welcome.” Alex said to the unmoving cowboy.
Alex grabbed a pair of nearby handcuffs and cuffed him to the counter. He figured someone in charge would come around soon enough. Alex turned to the other man in the room, and he shook his head.
“ No reason to waste any energy on you,” Alex said savagely, “I doubt anyone’s gonna miss you.”
But strangely, instead of being satisfied by killing one of his father’s murderers, he felt empty and hollow, as if none of it mattered anyway. He shook his head. The group therapy would have to come later, during a more convenient time when he wasn’t fleeing for his life. Until then, Alex had bigger fish to fry; and he needed a new pan.
The police station was a mess. Papers, blood , and glass were scattered everywhere. Alex looked back to the main room and saw Deputy Rogers ’ body for the first time. He rushed over to him , hoping he wasn’t too late. Alex touched the man’s wounds , expecting the now - familiar glow to descend from his hands onto the man’s body.
Nothing happened.
“ Come on dammit,” Alex pleaded to the stone hanging around h is neck. “The guy saved my life; least I can do is save his!”
Unfortunately, it seemed that his stone had limits. Alex struggled with the large man for a few moments , urging his body and spirit to return from the great beyond. But t he man had been dead too long for the healing powers of Alex’s stone.
Alex stood and stared at the deputy for a moment. A good man died today. Alex thought to himself. Then, Lots of good men die every day. No reason why you have to be one of ‘em.
Moving quickly, Alex grabbed whatever guns and ammo he could carry , in a few trips from both the police station and the men who had tried to kill him. He loaded his bounty into the rear of the Suburban he had driven to the station.
On one of his trips , he noticed a tracking device clutched in the hand of one of the men he had shot , displaying their current location.
“
Cowboy Hat looked around, adrenaline pumping furiously through his veins. The large quantities of meth and cocaine he had ingested over his lifetime had left his nervous system slightly fried and confused. He gave a victory yelp.
“ Hell yeah!” he shouted to no one in particular. He hadn’t felt this alive in a long time. A no - kidding gun battle for your life was the ultimate high, Cowboy Hat decided. Unfortunately for him, the victory did not last long.
With some groaning, Alex got up, the last bands of muscle and skin reknotting together. The blue glow from the stone was bright, and lit up the entire station. Cowboy Hat covered his eyes with his hands as he gaped at the glowing blue man in front of him. His face dropped as he watched the seemingly reanimated corpse stand up.
“ Zombie!” Cowboy Hat screamed. “Zombies coming to life! J esus, Mary, and Joseph, it’s the a pocalypse!”
Screaming, he pumped his shotgun, reloading it once again. He pulled the trigger again and again, each shot hitting his target, and each time, the buckshot had no effect. Finally, the hammer fell onto the empty chamber with a hollow, futile click . Stumbling a bit after the last shot, Alex looked at the ex-convict and smirked a bit.
“ I know, it’s pretty cool , huh?” Without waiting for an answer, Alex quickly shot him twice in the kneecap and Cowboy Hat fell to the floor, howling in pain.
Alex stretched his arms and chest as the last of his skin knotted back together. He walked over to Cowboy Hat and pointed the gun at his head, cocking the pistol back.
Cowboy Hat cried and muttered something about not wanting to die . Alex just shook his head , and used the back of his weapon to knock Cowboy Hat out. The blow to the head knocked his ridiculous hat to the floor. Looking around, Alex grabbed the cowboy hat and placed it onto the yokel’s face as if he were simply taking a siesta in the unlikely scene of a destroyed police station.
“ You’re welcome.” Alex said to the unmoving cowboy.
Alex grabbed a pair of nearby handcuffs and cuffed him to the counter. He figured someone in charge would come around soon enough. Alex turned to the other man in the room, and he shook his head.
“ No reason to waste any energy on you,” Alex said savagely, “I doubt anyone’s gonna miss you.”
But strangely, instead of being satisfied by killing one of his father’s murderers, he felt empty and hollow, as if none of it mattered anyway. He shook his head. The group therapy would have to come later, during a more convenient time when he wasn’t fleeing for his life. Until then, Alex had bigger fish to fry; and he needed a new pan.
The police station was a mess. Papers, blood , and glass were scattered everywhere. Alex looked back to the main room and saw Deputy Rogers ’ body for the first time. He rushed over to him , hoping he wasn’t too late. Alex touched the man’s wounds , expecting the now - familiar glow to descend from his hands onto the man’s body.
Nothing happened.
“ Come on dammit,” Alex pleaded to the stone hanging around h is neck. “The guy saved my life; least I can do is save his!”
Unfortunately, it seemed that his stone had limits. Alex struggled with the large man for a few moments , urging his body and spirit to return from the great beyond. But t he man had been dead too long for the healing powers of Alex’s stone.
Alex stood and stared at the deputy for a moment. A good man died today. Alex thought to himself. Then, Lots of good men die every day. No reason why you have to be one of ‘em.
Moving quickly, Alex grabbed whatever guns and ammo he could carry , in a few trips from both the police station and the men who had tried to kill him. He loaded his bounty into the rear of the Suburban he had driven to the station.
On one of his trips , he noticed a tracking device clutched in the hand of one of the men he had shot , displaying their current location.
“
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