and went our separate ways
down the aisles. The shelves had already been
cleaned out except for a few sodas that
probably fell out of a twelve pack. Howard
grabbed them and stuck one in each of his camo
pants pockets and moved on.
“Not much here huh?” He stated out to me.
“Nah, someone has cleaned it out pretty
good. We will move on to the next, we still got
awhile before meeting the girls.” I told him.
Donald, Gizmo and Bo were putting the full
gas cans back into the back of the Tahoe when
we came out. Far off down the road, I could see
two rotters walking.
“Early riser rotters.” I pointed. “Let’s move
out.”
We headed out and made our way down the
road. We passed the two rotters that turned as
we passed them and began walking the way we
were going. I watched them from my rear view
while they disappeared the further away I got. I
couldn’t believe this was our new normalcy.
“Look, stop there!” Gizmo pointed toward a
car dealership. “They will have gas in service
area in the back.”
I pulled to the back of the lot and stopped
behind the service warehouse. Gizmo hopped
out and started looking through the small
windows of the building when a rotter jumped
in front of him from inside, making a loud
roaring growl at him.
“Oh shit!” Gizmo jumped away from the
window.
“You think he can tell us where the gas is?”
Howard laughed at Gizmo freaking out.
Gizmo made his way to another window and
cupped his hands around his face.
“There are gas cans inside.” He stated as he
watched the rotter walk across the concrete
floor inside to make his way to the window
where he stood.
“Well, let’s get this shit done, we could use
them.” I stated.
Gizmo grabbed onto the door and gently
turned the door knob.
“It’s unlocked. Y’all ready?” He made sure.
“Let’s rock and roll!” Donald said.
Gizmo threw the door back, Donald and
Howard were in first and I followed them in
and then Gizmo and Bo. The one that had
scared Gizmo was on his way. Howard noticed
two more standing to the side, all wearing work
shirts covered in grease.
“Poor guys, just trying to work for a living.”
Gizmo stated before stabbing the window
banger in the head.
Howard and Donald went straight in and
took care of the ones standing off to the side.
“Gather up those cans
Bo. Gizmo, grab some
of these fucking tools.” I demanded moving
quickly in case anymore showed up.
We grabbed what we could when Donald
tripped over one of the ramps that hoisted the
cars up. His face hung over the hole next to it
where the workers were able to go down into
the floor and work on the cars.
“Oh shit!” He yelled.
We ran to see if he had been taken by a rotter
and stepped back when we saw what he was
peering over. A horde of rotters had fallen
down into the hole and wandered around each
other bumping back and forth from wall to
wall. They would try and come up the small
steps from under the ramps, each time falling
back down.
“They are secure right there, let’s leave them
where they are.” I stated. Howard helped
Donald to stand and we all moved out with our
armfuls of new things.
“That is a lot of them.” Donald stated
brushing himself off.
Loaded back in the truck, we moved on. The
sun began to blind me as it flashed through the
trees while I drove. I lowered my hat a bit and
blocked out a bit of it before seeing another gas
station on the opposite side of the road than
where we had stopped before. I pulled in and
stopped.
“What’s wrong? Bo asked. “Why aren’t you
going over there?” Pointing to the where we
could get the gas.
“Something is wrong here.” I told them.
“Those two cars are in front of the store and the
doors are open, that tells us either, someone
stopped, got out and got ate; or they got out and
made it inside either when this started or
recently. Just don’t like the feeling.”
“We at least gotta look in.” Gizmo stated.
I put
down the aisles. The shelves had already been
cleaned out except for a few sodas that
probably fell out of a twelve pack. Howard
grabbed them and stuck one in each of his camo
pants pockets and moved on.
“Not much here huh?” He stated out to me.
“Nah, someone has cleaned it out pretty
good. We will move on to the next, we still got
awhile before meeting the girls.” I told him.
Donald, Gizmo and Bo were putting the full
gas cans back into the back of the Tahoe when
we came out. Far off down the road, I could see
two rotters walking.
“Early riser rotters.” I pointed. “Let’s move
out.”
We headed out and made our way down the
road. We passed the two rotters that turned as
we passed them and began walking the way we
were going. I watched them from my rear view
while they disappeared the further away I got. I
couldn’t believe this was our new normalcy.
“Look, stop there!” Gizmo pointed toward a
car dealership. “They will have gas in service
area in the back.”
I pulled to the back of the lot and stopped
behind the service warehouse. Gizmo hopped
out and started looking through the small
windows of the building when a rotter jumped
in front of him from inside, making a loud
roaring growl at him.
“Oh shit!” Gizmo jumped away from the
window.
“You think he can tell us where the gas is?”
Howard laughed at Gizmo freaking out.
Gizmo made his way to another window and
cupped his hands around his face.
“There are gas cans inside.” He stated as he
watched the rotter walk across the concrete
floor inside to make his way to the window
where he stood.
“Well, let’s get this shit done, we could use
them.” I stated.
Gizmo grabbed onto the door and gently
turned the door knob.
“It’s unlocked. Y’all ready?” He made sure.
“Let’s rock and roll!” Donald said.
Gizmo threw the door back, Donald and
Howard were in first and I followed them in
and then Gizmo and Bo. The one that had
scared Gizmo was on his way. Howard noticed
two more standing to the side, all wearing work
shirts covered in grease.
“Poor guys, just trying to work for a living.”
Gizmo stated before stabbing the window
banger in the head.
Howard and Donald went straight in and
took care of the ones standing off to the side.
“Gather up those cans
Bo. Gizmo, grab some
of these fucking tools.” I demanded moving
quickly in case anymore showed up.
We grabbed what we could when Donald
tripped over one of the ramps that hoisted the
cars up. His face hung over the hole next to it
where the workers were able to go down into
the floor and work on the cars.
“Oh shit!” He yelled.
We ran to see if he had been taken by a rotter
and stepped back when we saw what he was
peering over. A horde of rotters had fallen
down into the hole and wandered around each
other bumping back and forth from wall to
wall. They would try and come up the small
steps from under the ramps, each time falling
back down.
“They are secure right there, let’s leave them
where they are.” I stated. Howard helped
Donald to stand and we all moved out with our
armfuls of new things.
“That is a lot of them.” Donald stated
brushing himself off.
Loaded back in the truck, we moved on. The
sun began to blind me as it flashed through the
trees while I drove. I lowered my hat a bit and
blocked out a bit of it before seeing another gas
station on the opposite side of the road than
where we had stopped before. I pulled in and
stopped.
“What’s wrong? Bo asked. “Why aren’t you
going over there?” Pointing to the where we
could get the gas.
“Something is wrong here.” I told them.
“Those two cars are in front of the store and the
doors are open, that tells us either, someone
stopped, got out and got ate; or they got out and
made it inside either when this started or
recently. Just don’t like the feeling.”
“We at least gotta look in.” Gizmo stated.
I put
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