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Authors: Todd Sprague
Tags: Fiction, Suspense, Science-Fiction, adventure, Action & Adventure, Horror, Zombies, apocalypse, Armageddon, Living Dead, Apocalyptic, End of the world, postapocalyptic, Horror Fiction, night of the living dead, the walking dead, permuted press, george romero, Dystopias, dead rising, left 4 dead
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planning we do. Jack Kensington, the son, used to be a Marine. And old man Kensington knows his way around construction. We may need them before this is over.”
“I’ve got no problem with that,” Patrick said. “We’ve always gotten along well with them. They stick to their own business and leave us to ours ‘cept when they’re just being neighborly.”
John again stood in front of the whole clan in his parents’ living room.
“Alright, we’re going to head into town tomorrow and get supplies. I’ll take whoever wants to go, but we’ll be needing a pickup truck, so someone needs to lend one to me or drive your own.”
Morgan spoke up first. “We can take mine. I’ll go.”
John nodded. “Thanks. We’re also going to drag a couple of the cargo containers they’re using as sheds up to the passes and block them both off in the morning. Until then, we’ll have to watch them ourselves. I’d like a couple of volunteers to go up to the north pass and keep an eye on it tonight. The Kensingtons are going to watch the south pass tonight.”
“I’ll watch it tonight,” Truck Robin said. “Jill, you want to come with me?”
“I guess. But if I get bit, I’m going to eat your face off!”
Everyone laughed a bit too hard at that.
After the laughter died down, John said “Alright then. We’re leaving at 7:30 in the morning. Plenty of light and we’ll have had a chance to eat a good breakfast. Meet in the driveway.”
The family said their good nights and slowly began wandering away to their respective sleeping areas, some across the driveway at Patrick and May’s house, some right there in Harold and June’s house.
As John and Sara walked back toward their cabin, Princess, following close behind, began growling. John looked in the direction she was facing just as Douglas came out of the shadows. He now had one of Morgan’s Glocks strapped to his hip. The flap on the holster was unbuttoned.
“Doug, what’s up?” John asked, edging his way between Sara and Douglas. He motioned for Princess to be quiet. She ignored him and continued to growl.
Douglas looked down at the dog with distaste. “Shut up, mutt.”
“Doug, what’s going on?” John asked more forcefully.
“Nothing. I’m just standing out here thinking. Wondering why everyone is letting you boss them around.”
“I’m not bossing anybody around. What are you talking about?” John asked.
“Bullshit. You’ve got the whole family wasting its time, jumping through your hoops. And why? You’re nobody. I make six figures. I have a 3600 square foot home in an exclusive neighborhood. I have a vacation condo in Boca. I drive a fucking BMW.”
“Where the fuck do you get off? Just because you have a fancy car doesn’t mean-” Sara began to push John out of the way. He cut her off, putting his arm around her shoulder and holding her back.
“Doug, I know. You did well for yourself. Congratulations. Guess what?” John said calmly. “It don’t mean shit right now, man. All you have here is family, and all I’m trying to do is keep us together.”
“Fuck you, John. You’re not my boss.” Douglas turned around and headed down the driveway, toward Patrick and May’s house.
John and Sara watched Douglas walk away. After he walked out of sight, they turned and headed towards their cabin. “Why’d you stop me, John?” Sara asked. “That jerk needs somebody to knock him down a few pegs, and I’d be glad to.”
“Maybe because I didn’t want him to shoot you, Sara. Didn’t you see he had a gun?”
“Not like he’d know how to use it even if he did pull it on me. Calling you a gun nut, who the hell does he think he is?”
John tried not to smile at Sara. He didn’t want her to think he was patronizing her, but he was impressed with how she would stand up for him, and glad that someone else saw what kind of guy Douglas really was. Fuck it, he’s still family , John thought. Princess kept staring in the direction
“I’ve got no problem with that,” Patrick said. “We’ve always gotten along well with them. They stick to their own business and leave us to ours ‘cept when they’re just being neighborly.”
John again stood in front of the whole clan in his parents’ living room.
“Alright, we’re going to head into town tomorrow and get supplies. I’ll take whoever wants to go, but we’ll be needing a pickup truck, so someone needs to lend one to me or drive your own.”
Morgan spoke up first. “We can take mine. I’ll go.”
John nodded. “Thanks. We’re also going to drag a couple of the cargo containers they’re using as sheds up to the passes and block them both off in the morning. Until then, we’ll have to watch them ourselves. I’d like a couple of volunteers to go up to the north pass and keep an eye on it tonight. The Kensingtons are going to watch the south pass tonight.”
“I’ll watch it tonight,” Truck Robin said. “Jill, you want to come with me?”
“I guess. But if I get bit, I’m going to eat your face off!”
Everyone laughed a bit too hard at that.
After the laughter died down, John said “Alright then. We’re leaving at 7:30 in the morning. Plenty of light and we’ll have had a chance to eat a good breakfast. Meet in the driveway.”
The family said their good nights and slowly began wandering away to their respective sleeping areas, some across the driveway at Patrick and May’s house, some right there in Harold and June’s house.
As John and Sara walked back toward their cabin, Princess, following close behind, began growling. John looked in the direction she was facing just as Douglas came out of the shadows. He now had one of Morgan’s Glocks strapped to his hip. The flap on the holster was unbuttoned.
“Doug, what’s up?” John asked, edging his way between Sara and Douglas. He motioned for Princess to be quiet. She ignored him and continued to growl.
Douglas looked down at the dog with distaste. “Shut up, mutt.”
“Doug, what’s going on?” John asked more forcefully.
“Nothing. I’m just standing out here thinking. Wondering why everyone is letting you boss them around.”
“I’m not bossing anybody around. What are you talking about?” John asked.
“Bullshit. You’ve got the whole family wasting its time, jumping through your hoops. And why? You’re nobody. I make six figures. I have a 3600 square foot home in an exclusive neighborhood. I have a vacation condo in Boca. I drive a fucking BMW.”
“Where the fuck do you get off? Just because you have a fancy car doesn’t mean-” Sara began to push John out of the way. He cut her off, putting his arm around her shoulder and holding her back.
“Doug, I know. You did well for yourself. Congratulations. Guess what?” John said calmly. “It don’t mean shit right now, man. All you have here is family, and all I’m trying to do is keep us together.”
“Fuck you, John. You’re not my boss.” Douglas turned around and headed down the driveway, toward Patrick and May’s house.
John and Sara watched Douglas walk away. After he walked out of sight, they turned and headed towards their cabin. “Why’d you stop me, John?” Sara asked. “That jerk needs somebody to knock him down a few pegs, and I’d be glad to.”
“Maybe because I didn’t want him to shoot you, Sara. Didn’t you see he had a gun?”
“Not like he’d know how to use it even if he did pull it on me. Calling you a gun nut, who the hell does he think he is?”
John tried not to smile at Sara. He didn’t want her to think he was patronizing her, but he was impressed with how she would stand up for him, and glad that someone else saw what kind of guy Douglas really was. Fuck it, he’s still family , John thought. Princess kept staring in the direction
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