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Authors: Michael Wallace
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store with a sack full of batteries, matches and flashlights. He watched Gunnar use a piece of chalk to draw a boat with a dragonhead bow on the sidewalk. Holding up the bag , he said, "I'm not sure what these items are or for what purpose they serve , but the good Vic of Chicago told me to gather as many as I could carry."
The Viking stood from drawing his picture and glanced into the bag. "I'm sure they will be of good use once the moderns explain it to us." He scanned the block where several other zombies scavenged the trashcans and any stores they could access. "Where is Hod? I have not seen him since we left the warehouse."
Prometheus pointed down the street. "He arrives from yonder."
At the end of the block, Hod walked around the corner , holding a broom handle that he had converted into a spear , complete with a hand chipped flint tip. Over his shoulder, he carried two dead rabbits strung together at their feet. He wore the police officer's utility belt over his other shoulder like a bandoleer , with the nightstick hanging at his waist. Watching the primitive man approach, Drew, with a handful of newspapers, stepped up to Prometheus. "You can dress them up , but can't take the hunter out of your caveman."
The ancient Greek offered only a confused expression as a response. Hod noticed the drawing of the boat on the ground. He handed the rabbits and his spear to Gunnar and took the chalk out his hand. Down on one knee, he drew primitive cave drawings of what appeared to be a large buffalo type animal and stick figures of men hunting it. Hod stood from his drawing and told the story of the hunt , but Prometheus and the others could not translate his language. The primitive man in the officer's body, proceeded to act out the story. He pointed to the buffalo drawing and placed his hands at the side of his head, protruding his fingers like horns. Bending over and simulating a charge into Drew's stomach , he then grabbed his own and pretended to die.
Prometheus made the observation, "It appears our friend Hod met his death while hunting this horned creature.
Hod knelt down and drew three more stick figures, two large and three small people. He pointed to the tallest person and said, "Hod."
Drew replied, "He had a family with three kids."
Loud explosions and bright flashes came from the opposite end of the block. Prometheus turned and saw several police officers climb over the concrete barrier. They had face shields, gas masks, body armor and batons. Teargas canisters landed in the street and sidewalks , streaming smoke into the air. Undead, who had been scavenging the abandon stores, ran away from the advancing enforcement. Two officers tackled a fleeing zombie and beat him over the head with their batons until his skull broke open and his brains spilled onto the asphalt. Gunnar picked up a large rock and said, "Finally, the descendants speak a language I can understand."
He ran towards the advancing police unit with a loud scream. The officers drew their handguns and opened fire. Bullets pelted the Viking's body from his hips to his shoulders , but it did nothing to slow his assault. When he reached the first line of police, he smashed his rock on top of their helmets with no effect. An officer grabbed his arm holding the rock. Gunnar quickly bit the man's hand. As the human screamed out in pain, the Viking bit a large chunk out of the man's cheek. Two more officers pulled him off their colleague and tried to pin him to the ground. Greg quickly thrust a three-foot long piece of rebar through the throat of one officer.
Gunnar sprang to his feet. Bullets flew through the air like rain , but did nothing to the undead. An officer shot his taster into the Viking. The electrical jolt sent his body into convulsions. He fell lurching on the ground , as Hod's spear thrust into the officer's body. Hod grabbed Gunnar's shoulders and pulled him away from the attackers.
Prometheus felt as helpless , just as he did when the
The Viking stood from drawing his picture and glanced into the bag. "I'm sure they will be of good use once the moderns explain it to us." He scanned the block where several other zombies scavenged the trashcans and any stores they could access. "Where is Hod? I have not seen him since we left the warehouse."
Prometheus pointed down the street. "He arrives from yonder."
At the end of the block, Hod walked around the corner , holding a broom handle that he had converted into a spear , complete with a hand chipped flint tip. Over his shoulder, he carried two dead rabbits strung together at their feet. He wore the police officer's utility belt over his other shoulder like a bandoleer , with the nightstick hanging at his waist. Watching the primitive man approach, Drew, with a handful of newspapers, stepped up to Prometheus. "You can dress them up , but can't take the hunter out of your caveman."
The ancient Greek offered only a confused expression as a response. Hod noticed the drawing of the boat on the ground. He handed the rabbits and his spear to Gunnar and took the chalk out his hand. Down on one knee, he drew primitive cave drawings of what appeared to be a large buffalo type animal and stick figures of men hunting it. Hod stood from his drawing and told the story of the hunt , but Prometheus and the others could not translate his language. The primitive man in the officer's body, proceeded to act out the story. He pointed to the buffalo drawing and placed his hands at the side of his head, protruding his fingers like horns. Bending over and simulating a charge into Drew's stomach , he then grabbed his own and pretended to die.
Prometheus made the observation, "It appears our friend Hod met his death while hunting this horned creature.
Hod knelt down and drew three more stick figures, two large and three small people. He pointed to the tallest person and said, "Hod."
Drew replied, "He had a family with three kids."
Loud explosions and bright flashes came from the opposite end of the block. Prometheus turned and saw several police officers climb over the concrete barrier. They had face shields, gas masks, body armor and batons. Teargas canisters landed in the street and sidewalks , streaming smoke into the air. Undead, who had been scavenging the abandon stores, ran away from the advancing enforcement. Two officers tackled a fleeing zombie and beat him over the head with their batons until his skull broke open and his brains spilled onto the asphalt. Gunnar picked up a large rock and said, "Finally, the descendants speak a language I can understand."
He ran towards the advancing police unit with a loud scream. The officers drew their handguns and opened fire. Bullets pelted the Viking's body from his hips to his shoulders , but it did nothing to slow his assault. When he reached the first line of police, he smashed his rock on top of their helmets with no effect. An officer grabbed his arm holding the rock. Gunnar quickly bit the man's hand. As the human screamed out in pain, the Viking bit a large chunk out of the man's cheek. Two more officers pulled him off their colleague and tried to pin him to the ground. Greg quickly thrust a three-foot long piece of rebar through the throat of one officer.
Gunnar sprang to his feet. Bullets flew through the air like rain , but did nothing to the undead. An officer shot his taster into the Viking. The electrical jolt sent his body into convulsions. He fell lurching on the ground , as Hod's spear thrust into the officer's body. Hod grabbed Gunnar's shoulders and pulled him away from the attackers.
Prometheus felt as helpless , just as he did when the
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