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do you suggest then? I don’t see any other battle axes lying around.”
She walked over to him, hunching her shoulders with exaggerated annoyance. After looking over the tool rack for several seconds, she grabbed a sickle and felt the weight in her hand. “This is probably too light to take out anything of consequence.”
“Anything of consequence? Who talks like that?” He pointed at the sickle. “That thing worked in Children of the Corn .”
She tossed it aside. “You watched too many movies.”
“That’s what happens when you don’t have a job.”
A sledgehammer stood in the corner of the barn. Lance lifted it, felt how heavy it was, and immediately put it back down. “I’m not man enough to swing that.”
Cass handed him a hatchet. “This isn’t bad.”
Lance looked from the small axe in his hand to the large one on Cass’ back. “You just want everyone to know that you have a bigger dong than I do.”
“What’s gotten into you?” Cass cocked an eyebrow in his direction. “You’re acting crazy.”
“I don’t know. Ever since I thought that guy had cut my throat open, I’ve felt... anxious. Excited. I don’t know.”
She turned back to the tools. “I know something that’ll calm you down. We need to find you a weapon first though.”
“What something is that?” He tried to look innocent, though he knew exactly what she meant.
“Stop being a tool bag and help me look.”
They finally settled on a wooden baseball bat. It was light enough that he wouldn’t struggle to carry it, but it could induce enough damage to be worthwhile.
Cass rooted through a tool chest. She produced several long, rusted nails. “These will work.”
“Work for what?”
“Watch and learn.”
She secured the baseball bat in a vice attached to a thick, filthy bench. Over the next ten minutes, they hammered the nails through the business end of the bat, turning it into a lethal mace.
Lance held the handmade weapon up, inspecting their handiwork. Nails protruded from several angles, ensuring that he would do maximum damage no matter what direction he swung from.
“Not bad,” he said, impressed with what they’d made.
Afterward, Cass led him to the field behind the barn and helped him relax.
She was right—it worked.
Chapter 6
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T hey spent the remaining light burying the elderly couple under the butternut tree.
Cass crafted a crude cross from dead branches she found beside a pile of lumber by the house. She placed them at the head of the dual grave, pausing to whisper a few words under her breath.
“I didn’t know you were religious,” Lance said as they walked back to the house.
“There’s a lot about me that you don’t know.”
Brown came out of the front door with a six-pack in his good hand. He handed each of them a warm can before sitting on the steps beside Eifort. They tapped their beers together before taking a swig.
Lance’s face contorted at the warm carbonation. He enjoyed a good beer as much as the next guy, but this didn’t qualify. Still, the setting reminded him of the old world, one where grandchildren would swing on the tire under the tree.
A world where the elderly didn’t kill themselves to avoid becoming monsters.
“I think we’ll be safe here,” Eifort said after a few minutes. “If nothing came along and grabbed those bodies upstairs, then we should be all right.”
“Hope so.” Brown rotated his shot shoulder, wincing. “It’s so peaceful out here. I should have moved out of the city long ago.”
They polished off their beers in comfortable silence, enjoying the evening as it churned over into the night.
For the first time in weeks, they didn’t hear a single shriek as the moon poked its way into view.
Cass and Lance slept on a futon in the living room. Old springs poked into their backs, but neither complained. It was still better than sheets on a hard
She walked over to him, hunching her shoulders with exaggerated annoyance. After looking over the tool rack for several seconds, she grabbed a sickle and felt the weight in her hand. “This is probably too light to take out anything of consequence.”
“Anything of consequence? Who talks like that?” He pointed at the sickle. “That thing worked in Children of the Corn .”
She tossed it aside. “You watched too many movies.”
“That’s what happens when you don’t have a job.”
A sledgehammer stood in the corner of the barn. Lance lifted it, felt how heavy it was, and immediately put it back down. “I’m not man enough to swing that.”
Cass handed him a hatchet. “This isn’t bad.”
Lance looked from the small axe in his hand to the large one on Cass’ back. “You just want everyone to know that you have a bigger dong than I do.”
“What’s gotten into you?” Cass cocked an eyebrow in his direction. “You’re acting crazy.”
“I don’t know. Ever since I thought that guy had cut my throat open, I’ve felt... anxious. Excited. I don’t know.”
She turned back to the tools. “I know something that’ll calm you down. We need to find you a weapon first though.”
“What something is that?” He tried to look innocent, though he knew exactly what she meant.
“Stop being a tool bag and help me look.”
They finally settled on a wooden baseball bat. It was light enough that he wouldn’t struggle to carry it, but it could induce enough damage to be worthwhile.
Cass rooted through a tool chest. She produced several long, rusted nails. “These will work.”
“Work for what?”
“Watch and learn.”
She secured the baseball bat in a vice attached to a thick, filthy bench. Over the next ten minutes, they hammered the nails through the business end of the bat, turning it into a lethal mace.
Lance held the handmade weapon up, inspecting their handiwork. Nails protruded from several angles, ensuring that he would do maximum damage no matter what direction he swung from.
“Not bad,” he said, impressed with what they’d made.
Afterward, Cass led him to the field behind the barn and helped him relax.
She was right—it worked.
Chapter 6
––––––––
T hey spent the remaining light burying the elderly couple under the butternut tree.
Cass crafted a crude cross from dead branches she found beside a pile of lumber by the house. She placed them at the head of the dual grave, pausing to whisper a few words under her breath.
“I didn’t know you were religious,” Lance said as they walked back to the house.
“There’s a lot about me that you don’t know.”
Brown came out of the front door with a six-pack in his good hand. He handed each of them a warm can before sitting on the steps beside Eifort. They tapped their beers together before taking a swig.
Lance’s face contorted at the warm carbonation. He enjoyed a good beer as much as the next guy, but this didn’t qualify. Still, the setting reminded him of the old world, one where grandchildren would swing on the tire under the tree.
A world where the elderly didn’t kill themselves to avoid becoming monsters.
“I think we’ll be safe here,” Eifort said after a few minutes. “If nothing came along and grabbed those bodies upstairs, then we should be all right.”
“Hope so.” Brown rotated his shot shoulder, wincing. “It’s so peaceful out here. I should have moved out of the city long ago.”
They polished off their beers in comfortable silence, enjoying the evening as it churned over into the night.
For the first time in weeks, they didn’t hear a single shriek as the moon poked its way into view.
Cass and Lance slept on a futon in the living room. Old springs poked into their backs, but neither complained. It was still better than sheets on a hard
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