It had been almost a week since Bobby had picked them up, but the going was much slower with such a line of cars, and it often took hours clearing spots for the bigger trucks to fit through on the highway. Not to mention Bobby was pretty adamant about making a lot of pit stops and driving far off the highway, and each day there was at least one new car added to the caravan, and more often at least two.
“We should be there two days from now, unless I find something that gets me off track again,” Bobby was saying to Big Mack. The two men stood in the parking lot of a motel amidst the cars and trucks and three motorcycles of the caravan. Bobby had stopped suddenly as they had driven past the place, pulling into the lot even though there was two hours of daylight left n the day. Bobby never allowed the caravan to travel after sunset, but he hadn’t stopped them this early since the Dead Jesters had joined up with him. He simply thought his people may enjoy sleeping on real beds for a change, and after a quick sweep where they disposed of six undead, the motel was declared safe to stay in, and rooms were quickly claimed.
“I have to say, I’ve really enjoyed having you here lately,” Bobby continued. “You make me feel safer, Mack.”
“It sounds like you’re hitting on me,” Mack said, shifting uncomfortably. Bobby laughed a big booming laugh that filled the parking lot and hurt Big Mack’s ears.
“No, no nothing like that,” Bobby said. “I think you know where my taste lies. I like ‘em with tits and a pussy, and I like ‘em young, but not too young.”
“Young enough to get your ass thrown in jail, if the world wasn’t gone to shit.”
“Well, it has gone to shit, and I’m keeping all these people safe. I think I’m entitled to a perk or two.”
“I mean, I’ve seen some little jailbait ass that I’d love to tear into. Don’t get me wrong. But when a girl is a few years past having a favorite doll, and she’s living in this fucked up world, I kind of feel bad to see some old fuck with a complex taking that kind of thing away from her,” Big Mack said, not backing down.
“Now you listen here you fucker. I’m the boss around here, and I’ll do what I like. You got a problem with it you and your two burnt out friends can just give me your supplies and hit the fucking road.”
“I do got a problem with it, I just told you,” Big Mack said. “But it ain’t enough of a problem to make me want to be back out there with just the three of us.”
“So you’re on my side?” Bobby asked.
“Sure,” Big Mack nodded. After that he was quickly dismissed and he made his way to the room he was sharing with Toga and Willy. A gas lantern sat on a small desk in the room, burning brightly.
“Everything okay?” Toga asked when Big Mack came in.
“Yeah. He’s trouble though.”
“I know it,” Toga said. “But it’s nicer being here with that trouble than out there on our bikes with the undead type of trouble.”
“Yeah,” Willy chimed in. “We’ll be there soon, and who knows how many people will be there. We can cut ties if we have to.”
“Yeah. Well shit, I’m going to get some sleep, you know Bobby likes to get started at the ass crack of dawn,” Big Mack said, kicking off his shoes and lying on one of the two queen beds in the room. “Willy bunk with Toga. He’s skinnier.”
Big Mack was asleep within minutes of lying down, and slept like a log until he jerked awake, sitting upright in bed quickly. For a moment he couldn’t place what had woken him, but then the gunshots rang out again and Big Mack was on his feet, grabbing a handgun as he ran for the door.
“Just stay here,” he called back to Toga and Willy before opening the door and slipping outside. More than a few members of the caravan were peeking their heads outside the door and Big Mack waved them back inside. He wasn’t sure where the shots had come from, so he ran a few doors down to Bobby’s room. He tried the handle but the door was locked.
“Bobby, God damn it, don’t you hear this?” Big Mack yelled, pounding his fist on the door to wake the man up. Big Mack stopped pounding though when he heard the commotion coming from Bobby’s room. Inside there was another pounding, as if someone was slamming their hands on the walls, or maybe the bathroom door. Big Mack stepped back and slammed his bare foot onto the door next to the handle. The lock tore through the cheap wood of the doorjamb and the door swung in with a bang.
The bed inside the room had a splash of blood, and Big Mack saw the teen girl Bobby was so infatuated with pounding on the bathroom door, holding a handgun of her own in one hand. The girl spun around when the front door burst open, and Big Mack saw tears running down her cheeks. She was topless and wearing nothing below but little pink panties. Big Mack wasn’t a genius but it didn’t take one to figure out what had happened. Bobby had the girl over with him tonight, surely taking full use in the bed, being such a rarity. The girl had waited until Bobby was asleep, and then grabbed his gun and shot him.
“Is he dead?” Big Mack asked, hoping that she would
