He emptied the magazine and reached for another. He pulled the charging handle, loading another round into the chamber, and took aim. “This is funner than shooting Ragers!” He continued to squeeze the trigger, peppering the front of the compound with as many rounds of hot lead as he could.
He ejected the spent magazine and reached for another from the bag in the back seat. “Thank god for rednecks!” He slammed the magazine home and jerked the charging handle again. He didn’t notice the first shot in his general direction as it popped a puff of dirt up behind the truck. He continued to fire at the building, praying to hit any of the heads that dared to pop up from behind the wall when something went thunk on the front of his truck.
He pulled his head away and listened for the sound to repeat itself. He was just about to start firing again when wisps of steam mixed with the sweet taste of antifreeze hit his senses. “Oh, HELL NO!”
He pulled the AR from the window sill and marched to the front of his truck. He could see the steam rising from the grille of the diesel and he spun to face the compound. “I’m gonna kill ALL you sons of bitches now! This is a brand new truck!”
The headlight closest to him erupted in a spray of glass and plastic and Simon dove for the dirt. “You bastards!” He dragged his AR around and propped it up on the magazine. He shouldered the rifle and did his best to peer down the scope. “Eat lead you fuckers!” He squeezed the trigger until the carbine stopped firing.
Scrambling to his feet, Simon crawled to the driver’s side and stuffed his hand into the canvas bag, slapping at the contents in search of a fresh magazine. His hand gripped the cold steel of the military thirty-round mag and he slammed it into the well while trying to hide behind the open door of the truck.
He propped the rifle along the window sill again and nearly pissed himself when the front tire popped and hissed at him, air escaping as the bullet ripped through the rubber.
“I ain’t changing that shit!” He leveled the rifle again and began taking pot-shots at the wall. “I’m gonna kill you all and take YOUR truck home!”
He emptied the magazine and turned to reach into the bag again. He froze when his eyes met the red-eyed gaze of a tall male Rager standing at the rear of the truck.
“Fuck me…”
About the Author
Heath Stallcup was born in Salinas, California and relocated to Tupelo, Oklahoma in his tween years. He joined the US Navy and was stationed in Charleston, SC and Bangor, WA shortly after junior college. After his second tour he attended East Central University where he obtained BS degrees in Biology and Chemistry. He then served ten years with the State of Oklahoma as a Compliance and Enforcement Officer while moonlighting nights and weekends with his local Sheriff's Office. He still lives in the small township of Tupelo, Oklahoma with his wife. He steals time to write between household duties, going to ballgames, being a grandfather and the pet of numerous animals that have taken over his home. Visit him at heathstallcup.com or Facebook.com for news of his upcoming releases.
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