“What does that supposed to mean?”
“It means I’ve spent far too much time with you.” She stormed off in a rage.
Kim didn’t know if she was wrong for attacking the camp, for wanting to kill Victor and his men after, or for blaming Winston’s death on Will. No, that last one was wrong, she thought to herself. They all are, but it’s not like I’m a serial killer, everything I did I had a reason for. A good reason.
“Everything you’ve done is all on you, not me. Don’t think I don’t know.”
Kim stopped in her tracks, frozen by the revelation. What did he know? How did he know it? She continued walking almost instantly, but that quick stop was enough to let Will know that he had heard, and maybe Anna too.
She went to the front gate and grabbed what she thought were the ankles of a dead zombie. She was busy staring at Will, who was just standing there, staring her down.
When she finally looked down at what she was doing, she saw that she was carrying Victor’s dead body. He was badly burned, covered in what looked to be bites, and missing part of his skin.
She recoiled, dropping the burned man, and let out a silent gasp. Boyd came over and patted her on the back.
“Hey, it’s okay. They all dead now.” He looked down at Victor. “Oh shit. Uh, why don’t you go talk to Anna? Ronnie got her over there by them there sandbags looking all lonesome. I’m sure she could use someone to talk to after all dis.”
“Yeah, yeah sure.” Kim was shaken, and she couldn’t hide it anymore. As she walked the short distance to the sandbags, she faded in and out of Iraq. She could hear the screams, and the cries calling out for mercy. But there was no mercy to be had, not by the one’s giving the orders.
She sat down on the sandbag wall next to Anna.
“Will knows,” she said, in a hollowed voice.
“What? How?” Anna asked.
“It wasn’t that hard to figure out, I guess.” Kim held her head down and took a deep breath. “We were the last to see Winston alive, and Will knows he didn’t kill him. He knows we both hate his guts and that we don’t want him for a leader.”
“So why hasn’t he told anyone yet?”
“Don’t know. Guess he doesn’t think anyone will believe him, which they probably won’t. Just hope that everyone forgets about it and he’ll do the same.”
Anna took a deep breath and shook her head. Kim looked over and saw a faint smile cross her face.
“Well we’re not going to let that happen. Are we?”
Tim opened the door to the storage building and breathed a deep sigh. Before him was a fleet of golf carts, some brand new, some looked as if they’d been sitting there for years. There were bags of golf balls, and the little flag poles they stick in the holes.
Beyond that, there wasn’t much.
“Not much there to build a wall, is there?” asked Amanda.
“No. The golf carts have too much open space. But hey, at least we can throw golf balls down and trip them up like in Saturday morning cartoons,” replied Tim.
The two looked over their shoulder to the others moving bodies out of the way. They were almost done, leaving Amanda and Tim to find anything to bridge the gap in the fence.
“Should we even stay here? We don’t know these people, honey.” Amanda took a tentative step inside the building, running her hand along one of the carts. She pulled it back to reveal a line of dust on her hand.
“I don’t know what to do honestly. But sometime tells me these people are nothing but trouble.”
Tim nodded his head towards the others. Amanda walked out of the building and saw Will and his friends gathered around each other. Everyone was pointing fingers and shouting so loud they could hear them from over there.
“Uh, do you want to go over there and figure out what this is all about?” Amanda asked.
“No, something tells me we should wait and see what’s going on. Maybe we’ll learn something about these people.”
Ronnie sucker punched Will in the jaw. Will flinched, caught more off guard than actually hurt from Ronnie’s weak blow.
Shaun stepped forward and grabbed Ronnie’s arm, twisting it behind his back.
“You wanna act like a tough guy, huh?”
That’s when Anna walked up to him and kicked him in the family jewels. He immediately fell to the ground, grabbing himself and squealing in a high pitch whine.
“Is everyone done?” Kim asked. “This wall isn’t going to finish itself.”
“Oh, come on we’re too close to the city. Some shitty fence isn’t going to protect us and unless the last action hero here has any more ridiculous tricks up his sleeve, we’re sitting ducks. We need to leave, now,” said Ronnie.
“Where are we going to go? We’re close enough to the city to scavenge and have more than enough space for all of us. We might even be able to pick up survivors, some sort of beacon for those going into or coming out of the city.”
“Innit this the exact same argument you’ve had since you met?” asked Boyd, usually too shy to speak up, but this constant fighting was even getting to him.
“You know how they settled arguments back in the day? Why don’t you just duel it out?”
Will and Ronnie shot each other a look, then looked at Shaun.
“That’s absurd,” said Ronnie.
“Good idea,” said Will.
Will looked Ronnie up and down, before drawing his pistol.
