“Oh yeah, sorry. It’s just that if I had known how cool that gun was going to be I would have grabbed another one.”
“Grabbed another what?” BT asked as he shouldered his way onto the porch.
“HK.” I told him. “Look what that thing is doing.”
“Holy shit.” BT said after a few seconds.
“Guys! Come on!” Jen shouted.
“Right.”
“Sorry.”
Although it didn’t really matter, our shots were more of a morale booster on our side. No amount of firepower we could muster was going to stop them. My barrel would melt before I so much as made any sort of noticeable difference. No, this was a show of defiance under insurmountable odds. We would not go like sheep to the slaughter. I scanned the zombies for any sign of Durgan. Just one shot, I just wanted one shot at his ass. Okay so not really his ass but you get the point. I wanted to kill him now so that I’d also have the opportunity to kick his ass as we made our ways to our respective resting places. No such luck though, he was out of sight.
“Mike.” Jen said pulling up from her sights.
BT was still happily triggering away, his semi-automatic 30-06 making short work of whatever got in its way. “I hope hell’s got some extra people working at the reception desk today!” He yelled.
“Hey that’s pretty good.” I told him.
“You liked that!” he yelled, still firing.
“One of your better, I’ve got to admit.”
“GUYS!” Jen yelled. “You two are worse than seven year olds.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” I told her. BT laughed.
“I figured you would. BT stop firing, they’ve stopped.”
And they had, the zombies had paid a dear price for the ten feet of real estate they had captured. If lives were money, they were a very rich opponent.
“What are they doing Mike?” BT asked me.
“Well seeing as I am the imminent zombie zoologist expert, I would assume that they..”
“Fuck you, I get it, you don’t know either.” He said plainly. “This plan looked a lot better on paper.”
“Yeah smelled better too.” I said pulling one of my sweaters over my nose. “You tend to forget how much they stink.”
Jen added her own refuse to my cooled bile pile. “Eww fucking gross.” She said as she spit to get out the last remaining bits of ort. “I’ll never be able to eat again.”
“Might not be a lasting situation.” I told her.
She shrugged. We had known the odds were for shit. See this is exactly why I never liked to gamble.
“Talbot!” Came an artificially enhanced voice. “You ready to give up yet?” The bullhorn infused voice shouted again.
Shouting was not necessary over the shuffling zombies, but I was looking more for dramatic effect. “Durgan, come out from whatever hidey-hole you’re in and I’ll give you my answer face to face! Man to man, if I thought you were one!” His laughing cut off short.
“I’m going to kill you for that Talbot!” He shouted, this time without the aid of the bullhorn.
“Just for that?” I questioned Jen. “There’s so many other things he could have hung that card up on.”
“Come on big man!” BT yelled disparagingly. “I‘ll take you on without my gun!”
“What makes you think I would sully my purity by tangling with the likes of you.” Durgan shouted.
“Wow, I honestly didn’t think he could become any bigger of an ass than he already is (was) but then he goes and surprises me and adds racism to the mix. He’s really almost sort of amazing. That’s a lot of hate for one person.” I said to Jen and BT, making sure it was loud enough to be heard by all that were willing to listen.
That must have struck a chord in Durgan somewhere. He didn’t say anything else, at least not anything we heard, but the zombies started their relentless march up to the house.
Jen took a controlling breath like I had taught her and brought her rifle up. “Fuck my shoulder’s going to hurt tonight.” She said before she started pulling the trigger.
“Let’s hope so.” I mumbled as I brought my rifle to bear.
BT had not taken the opportunity to reload during the break in action and was struggling to catch up now. “Why doesn’t he just send them all out Talbot? Why this fucking game?” BT asked as he nearly shoved his bullets through the bottom of his magazine well.
“He’s like a little kid that just got a lollipop and he had no idea when he might get his next one.” BT looked over at me trying to figure out my bad analogy. “Savoring BT, he’s savoring this. He wants to be able to replay this whole thing over and over again in his pathetic twisted little fucking...”
“Racist mind.” BT finished.
The snow turned a rusty red as drums of blood were spilled. This ground was going to be the most fertile it had ever been next season and there would be no one here to tend the fallow fields. I shouldered my weapon, careful not to touch the dimly glowing barrel. I reached out and grabbed BT’s and Jen’s shoulder.
“Stop for a second!” I shouted. 'You’re going to want to see this.” The echoing from BT’s last shot had just completed its airwave rippling when the first of my surprises struck. The loud metallic clanking was muffled by the foot of snow it was under, but the effect was not. The lead zombie crumbled face first into the snow, in what I could only imagine was extreme pain, although stoically he didn’t show it.
“What the hell happened?” Jen asked as another and then another zombie fell in succession.
“Bear traps.” I said triumphantly. With 1250 pounds per square inch of pressure, the device designed to incapacitate a bear would sheer right through the comparatively fragile leg of a man. This tactic would normally have a demoralizing affect on the enemy but for that you had to have a conscience. The following rows of zombies merely stepped onto and over their ground- wriggling brethren.
“Well not exactly what I was looking for, but entertaining none the less.”
“Good one.” BT said with a smile on his face.
“Men! And people wonder why I’m a lesbian.” Jen said as she brought her HK back up.
Fun time was over, I went into the house and grabbed my Dick’s sporting Goods pilfered 30-30, the AR was going to need a few minutes to come down to a serviceable temperature. I had a good ten seconds to think, which was nine more than I wanted. I wished that Tracy had left while the opportunity was available. I knew she wouldn’t, but still, it would suck to go ahead and sacrifice ourselves for nothing. It would be cramped in the van and the truck with the 14 of them, but cramped beats dead all the time. And we still come back to the original problem. IF, Jen, BT and I somehow survived, how the hell would we all fit? Sure we could sit in the back of the truck for a mile or two before we froze completely solid.
But making this stand was not completely about escape. It was about creating a chance to end this thing once and for all. Eliza not showing had thrown a serious wrench into my plans. I needed to kill the bitch. Without her death, her inexplicable link to Justin would remain and through him she had us. No, there was another way around that problem I could sever the connection on my side. I banged my head against the wall. No, that was not an option.
“You coming back to the party.” BT shouted from the porch.
“Just getting a sandwich.” I told him as I collected my wits, which were nearing their ends, and headed out again.
Again the zombies stopped, they were no more than 25 yards away from the us.
“Aw this shit is getting old Durgan!” I yelled.
“Any chance our boy is pulling an end around?” BT asked.
“What?”
“You know, while we’re all out here going to town out front he sends all of his boys in the back.”
“Oh shit, that would really not work out to our advantage.”
“I’ll check.” Jen yelled, already half way down the hallway.
“She’s fast.” BT noted.
“Who would have thought a lesbian would have that kind of speed?”
“You get into a lot of trouble with that mouth of yours, don’t you.” It wasn’t a question from BT it was a statement.
