"Alright then that settles it. We heard the zeds to the middle of town and then mow them down in the street. Now who is going to lead them in from the opposite side of town?" Bud asked.
"We'll do it." Mick said pointing at himself and Dwight.
"Alright the rest of you get up on the rooftops on both sides of the street and make sure your weapons are hot. Do not fire a single damn round until you see the four of us get inside one of the houses. We don't need any casualties from friendly fire." Bud stated. The group of people left the basement and took up positions on the roof while Roosevelt, Bud, Mick, and Dwight all headed for the door.
Chapter Twenty-Two
6:42 p.m. January 4, 2049
Sweetwater, Tennessee
Roosevelt and Bud eased out of the door to the backyard of the two-story home. They jogged to the back of the property and knelt to have a look through the gas in the wooden privacy fence. The alley beyond sounded empty but they had to be certain before they climbed over. Seeing nothing through the gaps in the wooden fence they climbed over, landing on a small dumpster before dropping down to the cracked pavement below. Once they touched down on the other side, they moved down the back alley with purpose. They were several blocks away from Buds home where the UTV was parked. They could almost take the alley the entire way, but they would have to make their way around to the front of the homes they were currently running behind and cross the street to Buds single story townhouse. They made it down several blocks, turning the corner that would lead them to Buds driveway, but three zeds shuffled in their direction causing them to slide to a stop. Roosevelt started to pull his pistol and deal with the problem but before he could get a hand on his weapon three shots rang out back to back and the three zeds fell to the ground with large holes in their foreheads. Roosevelt looked over at Bud who was spinning the revolver on his finger like an old west cowboy before smoothly sliding the nickel-plated weapon back into his leather holster. The man had quick drawn his weapon and fanned the hammer three times sending three perfectly aimed shots to the center of each zeds’ forehead. Roosevelt stared at Bud half in shock. The speed and precision at which he had dispatched the three zombies was amazing to say the least.
“Come on! We just rang the dinner bell!” Bud said, breaking into a jog toward his home. They reached the sidewalk across from Buds home and started to cross the street when they spotted a small crowd of the infected. On the run Bud drew his right-side revolver and quickly fired the last three shots in the cylinder impressing Roosevelt all over again.
“How the hell did you learn to shoot like that?” Roosevelt asked after they had reached Buds garage. He flung open the door and the two men bolted inside slamming it closed behind them before the zeds could see where they had gone. Seconds later the growling screams and shuffling feet of at least fifteen zeds passed by the garage. When the sounds faded into the distance Bud shook his head and exhaled a deep breath.
“Whew! I thought we’re goners for sure that time,” Bud said.
“Goners? Ain’t no way when you can shoot like that.” Roosevelt said excitedly. Bud waved a hand at him.
“That's just years of practice and competitions. I once held the world record for fastest quick draw. I’m nowhere near as fast as I used to be.” Bud said, as he pulled the revolver out and opened the cylinder to reload it. Spent brass fell from the weapon and he quickly placed six fresh rounds into the cylinders. After replacing the gun in his holster, he started looking the UTV over, making sure the tires still had air and there wasn’t any oil leaking out of the engine. Satisfied that the buggy was in working order he climbed into the driver's seat and stared at the garage door.
“When we’re ready to haul ass, I’m going to need you to lift the garage door and hop in as quick as you possibly can just in case there’s any zeds out there in the road. Bud said as he tipped his hat to the back of his head and wiped the sweat from his brow. Roosevelt nodded and eased up to the door. He pressed his ear to the cold metal and listened closely for movement outside. BOOM!
The garage door thundered as something slammed into the outside of it causing Roosevelt to almost jump out of his skin. Bud leaned forward and chuckled hearing Roosevelts girlish yelp.
“It’s not funny jackass!” Roosevelt said, stepping back from the thundering garage door. Beating hands sounded on the door they had come through
