Earl said, “Now don't you tell me that isn't just a hell of a lot better. There's nothing better than seeing a whole bunch of dead zombies. Is everybody okay?”
Clary said, “Remind me the second we get back that you guys get machine guns, handguns, you name it, you get it if you are going to be that reliable and on my side then there's little common sense in you guys not having the best machinery that the military can afford US to use.”
Scott looked down at his pitchfork smiling, reveling in the fact that he had just used it to kill a zombie and said, jokingly only of course, “Hey, I don't know. This pitchfork is pretty badass! I'm not sure if I could let this sweet thing go.”
Clary said, “Oh, I guess if you want to keep that…”
Scott threw it against the wall, holding up his hands shaking his head no. Everyone smiled for a moment taking it all in and as usual being thankful to be alive. Shaun was walking around cursing under his breath. Greg had not forgotten about the plane but the current situation at hand had left him not thinking about it either. Clary said, “Shaun, we got them buddy. There aren't any other ones at least here right now. But I think we probably need to keep moving, God knows after that much gunfire if there are any within a mile and they have any sense of direction from the sound they will be here eventually.
Shaun said, “We can't leave just yet. We found something in the house and I think there's a good chance we can use it.”
Clary who was still so focused on killing the Turned that he had no idea what the kid was talking about basically struck him off. Clary snapped, “Shaun, you aren't listening. We need to get the fuck out of here. We can come back when we are whole again and take stock of the house for the food. We can also come back when we get a little bit more help to go forward with.”
“I don't want any goddamn food Clary; you're not listening to me so you're missing the point! What we saw inside the house was a picture with the two folks that blew their head off along with their dog, pretty fucked up thanks for letting us see that, not that it was your fault but we could have lived without seeing it. The point is we saw that the guy had been in the Air Force at one time. Now, I would say up until the Turned took over the world this guy was a duster pilot or crop pilot whatever the hell you call them. He had a picture of himself and his wife with the plane. I would assume that they probably owned it but I was really hoping this Morton shed would have the plane in here.”
Earl, who had been walking around looking at the cars stopped and said, “Well, he must not have been too goddamn smart of a crop duster pilot then.
Shaun having no clue what he is talking about questioned, “Earl you aren't making any sense. What are you talking about?”
Earl slapped his head as if what Shaun had said was the dumbest thing you've ever heard. Shaun didn't like that at all, but was willing to hear the man out as little as he wanted to listen to him. Earl said, “Well, see if I was a pilot even if I had a small plane, and I mean like the smallest plane then my fat ass woulda’ been gettin’ it on, pronto.”
“Yes, Earl, I would probably do the same thing. However, given the fact that there are still two people upstairs that match the picture that is on the wall, along with a dog, that all share the same looking bullet wound I'm pretty sure they didn't fly away. I have no clue if it's because it doesn't work or whatever but I sure as shit am going to turn everything on this property upside down until I find what I need.”
Greg leaned over patting him on the shoulder keeping his guard up in case the new returned Shaun didn't have quite the sense of humor the old one did. Greg said, “Hey man, are you all right? I mean you're pretty pissed off about something that I'm pretty sure you don't even know how to use. I mean I'm just saying what the hell were you going to use it for if you did find it?”
Shaun did not answer at first. He was looking around and Greg had seen focused Shaun before. Shaun pointed to the corner seeing something that looked like it could be from a Star Wars movie if it was under a tarp and wasted no time running over to it.
Greg followed closely behind him not wanting to lose his best friend on the first day that he got him back. Shaun gripped on to the tarp, pulling at it like he hated it as much as one of the Turned. Shaun grunted as he pulled backwards not sure if he was going to find the gold at the end of the rainbow. But as the tarp gave less coverage to what it was hiding Shaun 's eyes grew bigger by the second.
Greg asked, “So that's cool and all that you found it, Shaun. But what the hell are we going to do now?”
“My dad always said modification is the best way to make something do what it had the capability of but what it might not have been intended for originally.”
“Meaning what?” Greg asked.
“You haven't been doing a lot of studying while I've been gone have you,
