to her. “Welcome to Moorford. Nice ride,” she said as she patted him on the shoulder. “If I wasn’t such a good person, I’d tell you that you all looked pretty comfortable in that hippie car. Luckily, I won’t do that to you.”
Unsure of how to answer, Jonathan said, “Thanks. I guess. We really do appreciate you taking us in for the night. We do not have much, but we can barter for some supplies.”
“We’ll feed you. Don’t worry none about that. As long as you are reasonable, you can take what you need for your journey. As for now, make yourselves at home. There is a common area over there where you will find cooked meals. Help yourselves. Ask for Tom, he will set you up with rooms in the hotel on the east side of town.”
“Thanks,” Jonathan said. He turned back to his companions standing by the Prius.
“One more thing, though. For our hospitality, we were serious about you helping us,” Laikynn said.
“Sure,” Jonathan replied. He knew he owed her, but he didn’t like the vibe he got. Her comment about removing the cancer from the mountain came back to him.
“We’re going after those murderers, now that we know where they are. You and your friends are coming with us. We’ll kill every one of them,”
“I,” Jonathan had no clue what to say. Luckily the screams that travelled across the mountains drew everyone’s attention. The whole town went quiet as they all tried to hear which direction they came from. They lasted for several seconds, but in that few seconds, so much pain could be heard.
“Charlie, you damned wanker,” Laikynn said, only the slightest bit of mourning could be heard in her voice. “I need a few men to fetch the truck before someone passing by sees it. Watch your backs.”
“I’ll volunteer,” Elliot said. The muscular black man stepped forward. “And I’ll go after your murderers.”
“Good to hear. You’ll leave with a few of my guys now to get the truck. Then tomorrow we start planning our attack on the cannibals,” said Laikynn.
Chapter 5
“I lost everything,” Roger calmly said as he looked down at Bradley who had sweat running down his face from the pain. “I won’t be the only one to lose it all and watch as everyone else finds new life in this desolation. You think I don’t know that you want to rub it in MY face that YOU found love?” Roger’s temper flared up the more he spoke.
He knew what would happen next as this dream haunted him every night since he destroyed the lives of two good people; one of them was only a child. Certainly children died every day, especially in these times, but this boy was only twelve, and all he wanted to do was help.
Tyson slammed into him hard, driving Roger to the concrete. The voices were muffled, but he knew that Bradley was telling Tyson to run away, and unfortunately he chose to stay. Rage and hatred festered to a diseased rot deep inside Roger’s gut, and as Tyson tried to help Bradley, Roger picked up the desk leg and drove the hook into Tyson’s back. The tip of the hook just barely broke through the skin of the boy’s stomach, soaking the front of his shirt as blood ran from his body.
Roger wanted nothing more than to stay and be torn apart by the ruthless undead mass that marched toward them. The end was so terrible for Bradley and Tyson, and Roger knew that no death he could die would make up for the pain he put them through. His legs began to move. His cowardly legs ran to safety, and his cowardly ears drowned out the screams.
He sat up on a hotel bed, wrapped in a thin sheet. The pillows and blankets were scattered around the floor at impressive distances. The nightmares would drive him insane. More than once he tried to end his life, but he knew he had to suffer. After leaving the group at Jonathan’s, he did what he set out to do. Now he just needed to die, but he couldn’t. There was always this feeling that he would wander the earth until the end of time. Perhaps he was
Unsure of how to answer, Jonathan said, “Thanks. I guess. We really do appreciate you taking us in for the night. We do not have much, but we can barter for some supplies.”
“We’ll feed you. Don’t worry none about that. As long as you are reasonable, you can take what you need for your journey. As for now, make yourselves at home. There is a common area over there where you will find cooked meals. Help yourselves. Ask for Tom, he will set you up with rooms in the hotel on the east side of town.”
“Thanks,” Jonathan said. He turned back to his companions standing by the Prius.
“One more thing, though. For our hospitality, we were serious about you helping us,” Laikynn said.
“Sure,” Jonathan replied. He knew he owed her, but he didn’t like the vibe he got. Her comment about removing the cancer from the mountain came back to him.
“We’re going after those murderers, now that we know where they are. You and your friends are coming with us. We’ll kill every one of them,”
“I,” Jonathan had no clue what to say. Luckily the screams that travelled across the mountains drew everyone’s attention. The whole town went quiet as they all tried to hear which direction they came from. They lasted for several seconds, but in that few seconds, so much pain could be heard.
“Charlie, you damned wanker,” Laikynn said, only the slightest bit of mourning could be heard in her voice. “I need a few men to fetch the truck before someone passing by sees it. Watch your backs.”
“I’ll volunteer,” Elliot said. The muscular black man stepped forward. “And I’ll go after your murderers.”
“Good to hear. You’ll leave with a few of my guys now to get the truck. Then tomorrow we start planning our attack on the cannibals,” said Laikynn.
Chapter 5
“I lost everything,” Roger calmly said as he looked down at Bradley who had sweat running down his face from the pain. “I won’t be the only one to lose it all and watch as everyone else finds new life in this desolation. You think I don’t know that you want to rub it in MY face that YOU found love?” Roger’s temper flared up the more he spoke.
He knew what would happen next as this dream haunted him every night since he destroyed the lives of two good people; one of them was only a child. Certainly children died every day, especially in these times, but this boy was only twelve, and all he wanted to do was help.
Tyson slammed into him hard, driving Roger to the concrete. The voices were muffled, but he knew that Bradley was telling Tyson to run away, and unfortunately he chose to stay. Rage and hatred festered to a diseased rot deep inside Roger’s gut, and as Tyson tried to help Bradley, Roger picked up the desk leg and drove the hook into Tyson’s back. The tip of the hook just barely broke through the skin of the boy’s stomach, soaking the front of his shirt as blood ran from his body.
Roger wanted nothing more than to stay and be torn apart by the ruthless undead mass that marched toward them. The end was so terrible for Bradley and Tyson, and Roger knew that no death he could die would make up for the pain he put them through. His legs began to move. His cowardly legs ran to safety, and his cowardly ears drowned out the screams.
He sat up on a hotel bed, wrapped in a thin sheet. The pillows and blankets were scattered around the floor at impressive distances. The nightmares would drive him insane. More than once he tried to end his life, but he knew he had to suffer. After leaving the group at Jonathan’s, he did what he set out to do. Now he just needed to die, but he couldn’t. There was always this feeling that he would wander the earth until the end of time. Perhaps he was
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