down heavily in the middle of the road. Next, it was time to send Jean Shorts to hell. I paused for a minute. He was going to be tougher to hit, as he walked with a slight bounce in his step. He made a horrible sound, almost sounded like a maniacal laugh. It took two shots, but Jean Shorts went down. I took a quick scan around the area. All was quiet. Still I didn’t let my guard down. That was a good way to get overrun. Doing my best Navy SEAL imitation, I approached the intersection. Still quiet. Then I heard something come up behind me. Knowing my luck, it was probably a dog or another Red-Eye.
Please don’t let it be a dog.
To tell you the truth, I almost shot first, without looking. However, I paused with my finger off the trigger as I turned around to face my attacker.
“Don’t shoot! Please don’t shoot!”
It was human speech. I didn’t lower my weapon. It was best not to let my guard down. Maybe these things have learned to talk.
It was a girl. She was about twenty to twenty-five years old. She was a little thing, about five- foot-nothing and about a hundred ten pounds or so. Short auburn hair with pink highlights framed her face. She was wearing a slightly-too-big denim jacket, a white blouse, and designer jeans. She was also a little dirty, and she smelled pretty bad. However, her eyes were clear. She was a survivor. At least, I hoped she was a survivor.
“Please don’t shoot me,” she said, stepping closer. She was crying now. She started to raise her hands. “Look, I’m okay, not a zombie. My name is Claire.”
Curiosity got the better of me, and I went in for a closer look.
Chapter 4
Then There Was Two
We stood there and looked at each other for what seemed like a long time. She looked like a survivor, but you never know. She could be a plant. A group of her buddies could be hiding and waiting for me to drop my weapon, to kill me and take my stuff. She looked at me with her watery, blue eyes as I circled around her with my rifle aimed at her head. I kept one eye on her and one eye on the surroundings. Her bad guy buddies could be waiting anywhere.
She wiped her eyes. “C’mon, now. Let’s put the gun down,” she said, soothingly. “Look. I’m okay. Look.” She took a step closer.
Time for a little action. “Stand still! Put your goddamn hands up,” I barked at her as I raised my weapon. The sound of my own voice scared me a little bit. I hadn’t talked to anyone in a long time, so my voice sounded a little weird.
Scared the hell out of her too. She froze in place and put her hands up.
Before I could trust her, I had to see if she was bitten. ”Let me see your arms.” Roll-up your sleeves …now!” She obeyed and rolled up her sleeves. Her arms were thin and covered in dirt, but I didn’t see any thing that looked like a bite. I took a step closer, with my weapon still raised.
“Raise up your shirt! Show me your belly,” I said in my most authoritative voice. I had to stay in charge. She could be armed.
“Jesus Christ! What the hell is wrong with you? Are you some kind of pervert?” she complained.
I was losing control. “Shut the fuck up and show me your belly or I’ll drop you.” Her resolve quickly crumbled, and she pulled her jacket and blouse up almost over her head. Again, a little dirty and pale, but no bites. She was extremely thin, and I could clearly see her ribs sticking out. She had on a little blue bra. Gia liked different colored underwear, too. A semi-erotic image of my dead wife in her favorite lingerie flashed in my mind. I shook my head slightly to chase her image out of my mind, and returned to the business at hand.
“Turn around! Show me your back! Do it now,” I yelled. She obeyed. Her back had no bites.
“Are you through looking at my body? Are you satisfied I am not on of those things yet? Do you want to see my ass or anything? I am told my ass is pretty good.” She sounded pissed. I’m satisfied she’s not a zombie, but she could still
Please don’t let it be a dog.
To tell you the truth, I almost shot first, without looking. However, I paused with my finger off the trigger as I turned around to face my attacker.
“Don’t shoot! Please don’t shoot!”
It was human speech. I didn’t lower my weapon. It was best not to let my guard down. Maybe these things have learned to talk.
It was a girl. She was about twenty to twenty-five years old. She was a little thing, about five- foot-nothing and about a hundred ten pounds or so. Short auburn hair with pink highlights framed her face. She was wearing a slightly-too-big denim jacket, a white blouse, and designer jeans. She was also a little dirty, and she smelled pretty bad. However, her eyes were clear. She was a survivor. At least, I hoped she was a survivor.
“Please don’t shoot me,” she said, stepping closer. She was crying now. She started to raise her hands. “Look, I’m okay, not a zombie. My name is Claire.”
Curiosity got the better of me, and I went in for a closer look.
Chapter 4
Then There Was Two
We stood there and looked at each other for what seemed like a long time. She looked like a survivor, but you never know. She could be a plant. A group of her buddies could be hiding and waiting for me to drop my weapon, to kill me and take my stuff. She looked at me with her watery, blue eyes as I circled around her with my rifle aimed at her head. I kept one eye on her and one eye on the surroundings. Her bad guy buddies could be waiting anywhere.
She wiped her eyes. “C’mon, now. Let’s put the gun down,” she said, soothingly. “Look. I’m okay. Look.” She took a step closer.
Time for a little action. “Stand still! Put your goddamn hands up,” I barked at her as I raised my weapon. The sound of my own voice scared me a little bit. I hadn’t talked to anyone in a long time, so my voice sounded a little weird.
Scared the hell out of her too. She froze in place and put her hands up.
Before I could trust her, I had to see if she was bitten. ”Let me see your arms.” Roll-up your sleeves …now!” She obeyed and rolled up her sleeves. Her arms were thin and covered in dirt, but I didn’t see any thing that looked like a bite. I took a step closer, with my weapon still raised.
“Raise up your shirt! Show me your belly,” I said in my most authoritative voice. I had to stay in charge. She could be armed.
“Jesus Christ! What the hell is wrong with you? Are you some kind of pervert?” she complained.
I was losing control. “Shut the fuck up and show me your belly or I’ll drop you.” Her resolve quickly crumbled, and she pulled her jacket and blouse up almost over her head. Again, a little dirty and pale, but no bites. She was extremely thin, and I could clearly see her ribs sticking out. She had on a little blue bra. Gia liked different colored underwear, too. A semi-erotic image of my dead wife in her favorite lingerie flashed in my mind. I shook my head slightly to chase her image out of my mind, and returned to the business at hand.
“Turn around! Show me your back! Do it now,” I yelled. She obeyed. Her back had no bites.
“Are you through looking at my body? Are you satisfied I am not on of those things yet? Do you want to see my ass or anything? I am told my ass is pretty good.” She sounded pissed. I’m satisfied she’s not a zombie, but she could still
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