Martaan got your Wyatt Earp message. The whole town is prepared. But they’re prepared for a werewolf invasion, not zombies, and definitely not Balzuzu. We have to get back and warn them.”
“It’ll be too late. Balzuzu’s probably there already,” Miguel shouts.
I look back. The few seconds we’ve logged on the bike have already put a sizable distance between us and the undead. I have an idea. It’s a bad one but… “Pa,” I scream. “Drop me off at the tree line. I have a stopover to make.”
My father alters course, swerving through the tombstones. A dead hand rises up from underneath and attempts to grab the front wheel. We r ide over it grinding it to mush. A few moments later, we’re where I need to be.
I hop off. “How much silver you got left?” I ask them.
“Six clips. Thirty each,” Pa answers. He’s already figured out I’m going back for the werewolves. “It’s suicide,” he adds.
“It’s slim to none, but it’s our only slim to none,” I respond.
“Then I’m going with you,” my pa replies.
“No!,” I insist. “Balzuzu the devil creature… he’s the biggest threat. You need to get to our weapons cache, take out everything we’ve got, and make him eat it.”
“ This is an unwise course of action. Are you sure, son?” asks Miguel.
“Dead sure,” I blurt out with a shrug. It has to be the worst timed joke ever.
My father tosses his satchel at me. I pull out the custom-made wolf killer magazines, lock one of them into place. My pa’s staring at me, still deciding if letting me go on my own is the right move. I nod. “You do what you have to do. I’ve got this,” I insist again. He gets the message. We’re the Hill family. Come hell or high water—and in this case Hell is here—we do what we have to and take care of business.
“Semper Fi,” he says back to me with a salute. He looks ahead, twists the throttle and never looks back.
I race into the forest, quickly finding the trail Sidekick and I used to make our way out here. Only this time Silver Joe and I will meet on my terms, not his.
Chapter 14
I zip between the trees, my eyes on constant alert for were-zombie rabbits, supernatural snakes and whatever other paranormal fucked up forest creature might inhabit these woods. My thoughts move to Sidekick. Seeing his face turned into pudding by a barrage of silver caps warmed my heart, but the things he talked about chilled my bones; ‘Our entire clan is Hell Pack,’ ‘Because in order for the spell to work, the blood sacrifice must enter the circle of their own free will,’ ‘Zombies and werewolves killing and destroying all mankind.’
So if the werewolves were in on it the whole time and Old Man Jones was their blood sacrifice then why did the werewolves kill Old Man Jones before he got to the graveyard? Then I remember… the werewolves didn’t kill him. A werewolf killed him. A rogue werewolf that Silver Joe said was an outsider to their pack. A werewolf that I put down for good because I assumed he was the problem.
It’s still not making sense to me. A snake slithers across my path. I can’t tell if it’s of the sup ernatural variety so I run around it instead of wasting the bullets. I glance back and see it doesn’t follow. But the trees behind it are familiar. I make the mental note that soon I’ll be crossing back into werewolf territory.
I take the inconsistency of Old Man Jones’ murder puzzle and flip it around in my head so I can see it from a different angle. The actions of the lone werewolf couldn’t have been a coincidence. It had to have known exactly what it was doing. It had to have known Old Man Jones was the willing sacrifice. That meant he wanted to stop him. He killed Jones to make sure that he never made it to the graveyard. So he was working against his own kind. The question was why? He was an outsider. Maybe he just wanted to piss them off.
But then why did he lay Jones out like that? I’m reminded of what he
“It’ll be too late. Balzuzu’s probably there already,” Miguel shouts.
I look back. The few seconds we’ve logged on the bike have already put a sizable distance between us and the undead. I have an idea. It’s a bad one but… “Pa,” I scream. “Drop me off at the tree line. I have a stopover to make.”
My father alters course, swerving through the tombstones. A dead hand rises up from underneath and attempts to grab the front wheel. We r ide over it grinding it to mush. A few moments later, we’re where I need to be.
I hop off. “How much silver you got left?” I ask them.
“Six clips. Thirty each,” Pa answers. He’s already figured out I’m going back for the werewolves. “It’s suicide,” he adds.
“It’s slim to none, but it’s our only slim to none,” I respond.
“Then I’m going with you,” my pa replies.
“No!,” I insist. “Balzuzu the devil creature… he’s the biggest threat. You need to get to our weapons cache, take out everything we’ve got, and make him eat it.”
“ This is an unwise course of action. Are you sure, son?” asks Miguel.
“Dead sure,” I blurt out with a shrug. It has to be the worst timed joke ever.
My father tosses his satchel at me. I pull out the custom-made wolf killer magazines, lock one of them into place. My pa’s staring at me, still deciding if letting me go on my own is the right move. I nod. “You do what you have to do. I’ve got this,” I insist again. He gets the message. We’re the Hill family. Come hell or high water—and in this case Hell is here—we do what we have to and take care of business.
“Semper Fi,” he says back to me with a salute. He looks ahead, twists the throttle and never looks back.
I race into the forest, quickly finding the trail Sidekick and I used to make our way out here. Only this time Silver Joe and I will meet on my terms, not his.
Chapter 14
I zip between the trees, my eyes on constant alert for were-zombie rabbits, supernatural snakes and whatever other paranormal fucked up forest creature might inhabit these woods. My thoughts move to Sidekick. Seeing his face turned into pudding by a barrage of silver caps warmed my heart, but the things he talked about chilled my bones; ‘Our entire clan is Hell Pack,’ ‘Because in order for the spell to work, the blood sacrifice must enter the circle of their own free will,’ ‘Zombies and werewolves killing and destroying all mankind.’
So if the werewolves were in on it the whole time and Old Man Jones was their blood sacrifice then why did the werewolves kill Old Man Jones before he got to the graveyard? Then I remember… the werewolves didn’t kill him. A werewolf killed him. A rogue werewolf that Silver Joe said was an outsider to their pack. A werewolf that I put down for good because I assumed he was the problem.
It’s still not making sense to me. A snake slithers across my path. I can’t tell if it’s of the sup ernatural variety so I run around it instead of wasting the bullets. I glance back and see it doesn’t follow. But the trees behind it are familiar. I make the mental note that soon I’ll be crossing back into werewolf territory.
I take the inconsistency of Old Man Jones’ murder puzzle and flip it around in my head so I can see it from a different angle. The actions of the lone werewolf couldn’t have been a coincidence. It had to have known exactly what it was doing. It had to have known Old Man Jones was the willing sacrifice. That meant he wanted to stop him. He killed Jones to make sure that he never made it to the graveyard. So he was working against his own kind. The question was why? He was an outsider. Maybe he just wanted to piss them off.
But then why did he lay Jones out like that? I’m reminded of what he
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