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could hear her end of the conversation, and it didn’t sound good.
“You don’t understand! We had a hard growth season this year, and there isn’t any extra! As it is, we will probably have to forage this winter just so we can keep ourselves fed!” Meggie was clearly agitated. “If you set them loose we’ll be finished, and so will your food supply forever! Have you thought about that?”
Meggie looked over at me and my companions. Her eyes got a little wide at our war-readiness, but she recovered quickly enough to answer to whoever she was speaking to.
“I’m not holding anything back. But I will say this. If you turn them loose, our agreement is over. And if we survive the attack, it will be open season on you and your gang, do you understand me?” Meggie surely had had enough of the conversation, but then she looked at me as she listened to the phone.
“I have no idea. They just showed up. They don’t live around here. What? Why do you…? No! I didn’t hire them! You’re crazy! I’ve never seen them before!” Meggie was suddenly defensive.
I turned to my crew. “Someone has eyes on us. I want eyes on them.”
“You got it,” Charlie said. The three of them left the group to find covered places to start scanning for threats.
I turned back to Meggie who was looking at me again.
“I don’t know what he just did or why those men left. What? Fine. Hold on.” Meggie held the phone out to me. “It’s for you.”
I took the phone. “Hi. I’m John, by the way.”
“Meggie. Nice to meet you. If you and your men can get us out of this I will be very grateful,” she said, running a hand over her eyes.
I spoke into the old phone. It was a relic from the past, and I wondered briefly why they didn’t use CB radios or something, but it didn’t really matter.
“This is John, who am I talking to?” I asked, trying to speak loudly enough so the people around me could hear the conversation.
“Listen, asshole. You’d better take your little band and get the fuck out of here. I don’t know who you are or what you are about, but this is my fucking deal, and those people fucking owe me and my crew my supplies, understand?” The voice on the other end of the line was agitated and slightly high pitched with a nasal undertone that was thoroughly annoying. I remembered another person with a voice like that, and he was annoying as well. He died in a pit of zombie heads, as I recall.
“No, I actually don’t understand. Wait, hold on.” I put the phone down to listen to my radio.
“John? This is Tommy, over.”
“Go ahead, over.
“I got them. About five hundred yards south, sitting near that old farmhouse with the caved in widow’s walk. Over.”
I glanced up and saw where he was looking. Not an easy shot, but Tommy could do it. Charlie could as well. Duncan might hit the house, he might not.
“Take the shot? Over.”
“Not yet. I get the feeling there’s more of these jerks out there. Over.”
“Roger that. Over.” Charlie’s voice came through the radio five by five.
I picked the phone up again.
“Sorry about that. Had to talk to my guys briefly,” I said, winking at Meggie.
The voice on the phone was not very understanding. “Fuck your sorry, and fuck you. You know what I’m going to do? I’m going to let loose about a thousand zombies right now right up your ass, you hear me? That fucking town is dead and everyone in it, you get that asshole? This is on you.” The voice had taken on more of that nasal tone, and it wasn’t fun to listen to.
“If you say so. But you might want to reconsider that,” I said, raising my hand.
“Oh, are you going to threaten me now, cocksucker? Fuck you. You got gear, good for you. I don’t… Jesus! ” The voice went silent for a minute.
While he was in the middle of his tirade, I had signaled to Tommy to shoot, but to miss very closely. He must have done his job very well. The
“You don’t understand! We had a hard growth season this year, and there isn’t any extra! As it is, we will probably have to forage this winter just so we can keep ourselves fed!” Meggie was clearly agitated. “If you set them loose we’ll be finished, and so will your food supply forever! Have you thought about that?”
Meggie looked over at me and my companions. Her eyes got a little wide at our war-readiness, but she recovered quickly enough to answer to whoever she was speaking to.
“I’m not holding anything back. But I will say this. If you turn them loose, our agreement is over. And if we survive the attack, it will be open season on you and your gang, do you understand me?” Meggie surely had had enough of the conversation, but then she looked at me as she listened to the phone.
“I have no idea. They just showed up. They don’t live around here. What? Why do you…? No! I didn’t hire them! You’re crazy! I’ve never seen them before!” Meggie was suddenly defensive.
I turned to my crew. “Someone has eyes on us. I want eyes on them.”
“You got it,” Charlie said. The three of them left the group to find covered places to start scanning for threats.
I turned back to Meggie who was looking at me again.
“I don’t know what he just did or why those men left. What? Fine. Hold on.” Meggie held the phone out to me. “It’s for you.”
I took the phone. “Hi. I’m John, by the way.”
“Meggie. Nice to meet you. If you and your men can get us out of this I will be very grateful,” she said, running a hand over her eyes.
I spoke into the old phone. It was a relic from the past, and I wondered briefly why they didn’t use CB radios or something, but it didn’t really matter.
“This is John, who am I talking to?” I asked, trying to speak loudly enough so the people around me could hear the conversation.
“Listen, asshole. You’d better take your little band and get the fuck out of here. I don’t know who you are or what you are about, but this is my fucking deal, and those people fucking owe me and my crew my supplies, understand?” The voice on the other end of the line was agitated and slightly high pitched with a nasal undertone that was thoroughly annoying. I remembered another person with a voice like that, and he was annoying as well. He died in a pit of zombie heads, as I recall.
“No, I actually don’t understand. Wait, hold on.” I put the phone down to listen to my radio.
“John? This is Tommy, over.”
“Go ahead, over.
“I got them. About five hundred yards south, sitting near that old farmhouse with the caved in widow’s walk. Over.”
I glanced up and saw where he was looking. Not an easy shot, but Tommy could do it. Charlie could as well. Duncan might hit the house, he might not.
“Take the shot? Over.”
“Not yet. I get the feeling there’s more of these jerks out there. Over.”
“Roger that. Over.” Charlie’s voice came through the radio five by five.
I picked the phone up again.
“Sorry about that. Had to talk to my guys briefly,” I said, winking at Meggie.
The voice on the phone was not very understanding. “Fuck your sorry, and fuck you. You know what I’m going to do? I’m going to let loose about a thousand zombies right now right up your ass, you hear me? That fucking town is dead and everyone in it, you get that asshole? This is on you.” The voice had taken on more of that nasal tone, and it wasn’t fun to listen to.
“If you say so. But you might want to reconsider that,” I said, raising my hand.
“Oh, are you going to threaten me now, cocksucker? Fuck you. You got gear, good for you. I don’t… Jesus! ” The voice went silent for a minute.
While he was in the middle of his tirade, I had signaled to Tommy to shoot, but to miss very closely. He must have done his job very well. The
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