Clary didn’t believe a hundred percent in anything until he had seen it. “You do realize when you try to imply that we don’t have enough bullets that we are on a very well stocked military base, right?”
Mark wasn’t about to let him pop his small bubble and said, “Right, and unless you have suppressors on every gun, I very well don’t think you’ll be able to fire for as long as Earl or anyone with his zombie lung could.”
“Zombie lung?” Clary asked.
“Damn it, Scott, we are beginning to sound like him. He’s rubbing off on us, I can feel the stupid genes right now growing. He named it, not us.”
“Made what?”
“It is a gun, Clary, or a cannon. Earl, believe it or not with all his faults is quite handy with tinkering around. Well, he had a year to go through and do his thing. We tasked him and he figured it out. It worked great until he almost made himself deaf when he ripped the air hose out of it. He has modified it a bit since then. I don’t know if you know much about weapons and guns, but if you do, I’d have to say that for what the guy had to work with it is pretty fucking impressive, excuse my French.”
“You brought everything with you? Is what we need all on that plane?”
“Shaun here was optimistic that you might be available to try and help us make massive amounts of this, as well as figure out a system that might work better for distributing it. He was pretty sure you’d be interested in going after the dead, or the Turned as you call them.”
A single tear rolled down Clary’s cheek from his good eye. “I never thought it would be a realistic option.”
“You don’t gotta cry, Mr. Clary. It’ll be okay, Shaun’s home now and Ellie didn’t cut off his balls like she said she would. Now these guys got a way to kill all of these zombies. Other than some cookies and candy bars there isn’t too much left in life to want, is there? Sounds like you won’t even need all your guns no more with his zombie gun thing,” Joey said as he gave Clary a short hug.
Shaun looked over to Ellie who shrugged. He couldn’t blame her for wanting to do what Joey had said. Clary looked to Bob, no longer in a full flight uniform as he had when he’d been the pilot but now was in mostly scrubs with his pin on his shirt showing his status as a pilot pinned onto them. “You the pilot then?”
Bob nodded, “Yep, been doing this longer than these kids have been alive.”
“Good, why don’t you get in and taxi it over to the gates. We will get everything lowered so you can enter and you guys can lock up whatever you’d like into the storage facility. I don’t want a single bad thing to happen to this stuff. Once we get to see it in action, the two of you are going to be on the top of my list of best buddies.”
Mark gleamed, being popular was not something he was used to. He’d ruined every grade curve he’d ever been a part of and had been a foot shorter than most kids almost the entire time he had been in any time of academic or work environment.
Bob didn’t wait for any further directions; he went to the plane, powering it on, and turned the giant of a beast around until he was able to take it through the gates. By now, word had spread and everyone who was around was busy watching the airliner pull up to the gates. Clary did a circle motion to the teen in the guardhouse who lowered the cylinders blocking anything and anyone from driving through it.
The teens and what adults there were scooted back. The giant aircraft cast shadows as it made its way through the gates. They locked the base back down as soon as the tail made its way through the base entrance. The giant engines wound down, once it got into place, and the rear entrance to the plane opened. Clary didn’t watch the show, he’d seen thousands of planes, and while he was happy as shit to see one moving, it wasn’t enough to keep him from accomplishing a new thought that needed done. Clary disappeared into the storage building and came out quickly with a forklift. He didn’t take too long and before anyone knew it, he was going up the ramp of the plane, disappearing and a few minutes later coming back out with a full load.
Chapter 2
Brandy and Timmy were looking around the base. The size of it compared to the small Iowa farm that they were used to made it minuscule or at least the part that wasn’t planted with seed on a yearly basis. Timmy pulled at her shirt screaming, “Can we go see the tanks, can we go see the tanks?”
Brandy looked around seeing all the unknown faces. She saw that these weren’t your normal teens and adults. These people were armed to the teeth, regardless of their ages. Each one of them standing there was holding a rifle on their shoulders and had a pistol and a backpack. “We aren’t going anywhere alone. We don’t know if there are rules or places that we can’t go. Last thing we need to do
