Shaun looked around, not really wanting to have to come back to pick up the plane at a later date and time. Things in their world rarely were the same way twice if you had to leave it and come back. Something he was appreciative of since his friends, which were basically his only family along with Ellie, were still all alive. Shaun knew, if he couldn’t count, there were dozens coming. Shaun looked around the property, hoping that anything bright and shiny was going to draw those assholes attention.
Shaun whistled to Clary pointing into the distance. He didn’t need to be told again. He’d seen that look too many damn times. A lot less than if they had not cleared out the base. Clary never against another idea from someone he respected and occasionally an Earl, said, “What’s your plan? You have that evil look of fear on your face, Shaun.”
Shaun pointed to a large dark pile and threw Clary off when he asked, “Is that a big pile of shit over there?”
“Yep, that’s definitely a big pile of shit. What are we needing to do with a big pile of shit, Shaun?”
“Well, this probably will sound crazy but what if we pushed it with the tractor inside the shed over to the propane tank and covered it?”
“So, what you're saying is you paid attention all this time?”
“Yep, I want to really, really put a hurt on the Turned. Do you think it will work?”
“For as long as that manure has been sitting there, I'm pretty confident it's going to decimate them. I'll go try and start the tractor and if not, we might have to just hope the propane itself is enough.”
Clary ran to the barn, hoping using the tractor was going to be as easy as twisting a key and having a lift and lower function for the bucket attached to it. He climbed in using a lighter to look around seeing thank God that there was a key already in place. He pulled the choke letting it sit for just a second before hitting the red button hoping there was enough juice in the battery to bring the giant green beast to life. Clary’s optimism was rewarded when the tractor rumbled to life, shaking violently at first until it got some diesel fuel pushing through it.
Clary studied the controls on the tractor, taking it out the front and around the side of the barn slowly until he got used to the accelerator. Scott and Earl were working on using a winch to drag the plane that Earl had hooked around the landing gear and they were almost done getting it on the trailer. Earl saw what Clary was doing and yelled, “What in the hell are you doing with the tractor? I'm almost ready to go. We got everything we need.”
“Zombies are coming! I'm going to blow them up!”
“With a tractor? And he's calling me stupid earlier? I think he's calling the bowling ball white, if you know what I mean.”
Scott followed behind watching Clary sloppily get the bucket down and started pushing a very pungent smelling pile of manure straight towards the giant white propane tanks on the property. Scott yelled, “Are you insane? Do you know what that's going to do?”
“I sure as shit do. I was the demolition expert on my SEAL team and shit like this is what I absolutely fucking live for. It wasn't my idea though; Shaun had actually thought of it when Greg saw the Turned headed this way.”
“Do you need any help?”
“Nope, I'm going to push this shit over there and then we're going to do our best to draw the Turned in this direction, and once that happens all bets are off until we see how this works out. Either way we're going to have at least a thousand-yard head start on those things.”
“Will it kill them?”
“That is definitely my intention.”
“You're sure there's nothing else that I can do or I guess anything I can do to help?”
Come to think of it go into that Morton shed and the barn, round up every single screw, screwdriver, bolt, nail, hammer, whatever the fuck you can find and bring it out and go throw it in this big old pile of shit. It might not seem like much now, but if this thing sends off a gas-powered shockwave like I hope it does then it is going to make every piece of metal and tools that you can put in there a wet fucking mess for the Turned. They're going to be royally pissed when this thing goes off.”
Scott had been to some horrible places with his job and had seen the aftermath of shrapnel and what it could do to children and innocent bystanders. The idea of it going through The Turned did nothing but put a wide smile upon his face. He didn't waste any time running to get the supplies that Clary had requested. When he ran past Earl with a giant bucket full of metal pieces, Earl yelled, “Are you sure that you don't need any help? That shit looks a hell of a lot more fun than what I'm doing. You got some serious shrapnel going there, don't you? I mean as much fun as putting this plane is up on this stupid trailer, I bet we could have a hell of a lot more time if I get to help you pack that shit into that... Shit.”
“Earl, if you don't get that plane on the trailer, then everything we are doing is not going to happen. There's no questioning, we cannot leave unless you get the plane on
