long. With the glare of the sun, he could be loading a bazooka and she'd be unaware. "I want to see his hands."
Cowboy turned slightly and waved at the SUV before turning back to Tosha. "You must be quite the killer to have survived this long. What's the chance you put down that pea-shooter and we chat for a bit?"
"No chance. Shut up."
The passenger door opened but no one stepped out.
Tosha aimed the gun in the direction of the windshield. "He has to the count of three to exit the vehicle or he will be painting the back window with his blood. I can't make this any clearer. No stupid moves."
"No need for threats," a man yelled as he slowly got out of the SUV and put his hands on his head. "We're all in this together, ma'am. I'm living and breathing like you are. You're not my enemy and I'm certainly not yours. We're in this together."
"Not from where I'm standing," Tosha said.
The man was tall and had definite strength despite his age, his face and head clean-shaven. He was weathered, sun-burnt and had creases in his leathery skin. He only wore a tight gray t-shirt and a pair of worn blue jeans with a pair of black sneakers. His fingers were covered in rings and his forearms covered in ink. He was smiling but even from this distance Tosha could see there was nothing pleasant about this man.
He also looked familiar but Tosha couldn't place where she knew him from. It was rare these days to run into anyone she knew… and it was not too common to be talking to living, breathing people in the last few months.
Both men stood in front of the SUV and looked amused.
"Stop smiling," Tosha yelled, knowing how stupid and desperate it sounded. "I want you both to strip down."
"Can I get dinner first?" Cowboy asked. "I'm a cheap date, honey, but I ain't that cheap."
"I'm going to shoot you."
"So you've said. Only I don’t think you will, because we have something you need," Cowboy said. "Besides the obvious sexual attraction, I think we share a common goal."
"What would that be?"
"Staying alive. There's a rumor a group has secured a sweet spot a few miles south of us on A1A. We were heading in that direction when we were attacked by a mob of zombies. We lost everyone in the attack," Cowboy said. "Why not come with us?"
Tosha laughed. "I don't think so. I'm not interested in you two losers attempting to rape me, and as much as I'd enjoy cutting your dick off and shoving it into your buddy's mouth, I'm not interested in the work involved. Take a hike."
"You're making a mistake," the other man said. "We could work together and get to safety. I'm sure of it." He looked around dramatically. "I don't see you driving anything. How do you plan on carrying everything from the van?"
"That's not your problem," Tosha said quickly. "I'm thinking I load up the SUV and drive away and leave you two to rot."
"I won't let you do it," the man said. He looked at Cowboy. "You might as well shoot us and be done with it, because I'm not going to be weaponless and be attacked by zombies. You'd be doing us a favor by just pulling the trigger, but you'd be killing us in cold blood. I have a deal for you."
"You're in no position to offer me a deal," Tosha said, but she was interested to hear what he had to say. She knew there was no way they'd give up not only the supplies, but their mode of transportation as well. But she wasn't stupid enough to shoot first and ask questions later.
"It's getting really hot out here. I have air conditioning in the SUV. Can we come to an agreement already?" Cowboy asked.
The other man laughed. "The deal is simple: the three of us load up the SUV with the supplies and head to safety."
"That's not much of a deal, especially when I have a gun pointed at your balls. Here's my deal: you walk away with those balls and I get the supplies."
The man nodded. "Fine. We're going to get back in the vehicle and drive away. You can keep the food. And figure out how to move all of it by yourself, especially with the area