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echo of the report of the rifle echoed off the low hills that spread out in every direction.
Meggie, Brian, and the rest of the group had jumped at the sound of the shot and then looked worried. I held up a reassuring hand.
“You still there?” I asked. “My man didn’t kill you, did he? If he did, I’m sorry.” I waited and after a minute I got a response.
“You’re fucking dead. That whole town is fucking dead. You hear me? I’m turning loose every zombie in this fucking city, and I’m pointing them north. I’ll—”
“Shut up, stupid,” I said “I’ve had enough of your talk. You want to turn the spigot on, go for it. My crew and I are headed your way right now. You might make it to safety, or you might not. But you know we can shoot so you’d better be staying out of sight. As for your zombies, I have six thousand seasoned fighters on their way here right now. We could use the exercise. Set them loose. I guarantee they will eat your ass for breakfast,” I said before hanging up.
I turned to see the entire group of people staring at me.
“I wasn’t kidding. You will be safe. Go see to your defenses. My crew and I are going to see what we can do before the army arrives,” I said.
“Who are you?” Brian asked, his eyes wide.
“John Talon, like I said. Chief Executive and Commander in Chief of the army of the New United States,” I said, feeling like a pompous ass even as I said it. “We could use some representation at the new capital from Missouri,” I said. “Once we clean up here, you’re welcome to go up north to see what’s up.”
Meggie looked at me with different eyes. “You don’t say. How many do you have in your ‘new’ capital’ if you don’t mind my asking?”
“About fifteen thousand, give or take a few. We’ve had a cold couple of winters, and the population might have expanded a little more than normal. I’ll answer your questions more in a bit, but right now, time is of the essence. I have a jackass to deal with,” I said, moving away from the group and starting towards our van.
I stopped suddenly and voiced a question.
“Out of curiosity, does my little nemesis have a name?” I asked.
Meggie snorted in a most unladylike way. “Him? That jerk calls himself Zim.”
“Zim?”
“Yeah, it’s ‘Z’-‘M’. Short for Zombie Master.”
“I had to ask. Thank you,” I said, turning back to the van where the rest of my crew was waiting for me. As I walked up, I winked at Tommy.
“Nice shot. Let’s get moving. We may be cutting this one close,” I said, getting inside.
“On our way south?” Tommy asked, putting the van in gear.
“Yep. Charlie, you’re up top, shoot on sight. We need to stop this fool before he gets to his zombies. If we’re lucky, we can get him and take advantage of whatever he’s used to bottle up the Z’s. If they’re just sitting there en masse, then Duncan, you’re up,” I said.
Duncan smiled so wide I could see it from the back of his head.
As we drove south on Highway 65, I was trying to figure out how someone could control the zombies in such a way that he could just let out a few or let out a bunch? That seemed completely contrary to everything we knew about the zombies so far.
We got past a small river, and suddenly Charlie’s rifle was barking. Tommy gunned the engine and raced ahead. I watched Charlie turn in the skylight and fire behind us. Tommy turned down a side street, which was East State Highway C, and came to a stop. There was a berm of dirt that almost came to the top of the van on either side of the road, and Charlie ducked back inside as several shots whined overhead.
“They were waiting for us under the bridge by the Little Sac River. I just happened to see the front end of their truck. I tried to put a few in the radiator, but I think I shot out their headlights,” Charlie said.
“Hey, we’re ahead of them, and we know where they are.
Meggie, Brian, and the rest of the group had jumped at the sound of the shot and then looked worried. I held up a reassuring hand.
“You still there?” I asked. “My man didn’t kill you, did he? If he did, I’m sorry.” I waited and after a minute I got a response.
“You’re fucking dead. That whole town is fucking dead. You hear me? I’m turning loose every zombie in this fucking city, and I’m pointing them north. I’ll—”
“Shut up, stupid,” I said “I’ve had enough of your talk. You want to turn the spigot on, go for it. My crew and I are headed your way right now. You might make it to safety, or you might not. But you know we can shoot so you’d better be staying out of sight. As for your zombies, I have six thousand seasoned fighters on their way here right now. We could use the exercise. Set them loose. I guarantee they will eat your ass for breakfast,” I said before hanging up.
I turned to see the entire group of people staring at me.
“I wasn’t kidding. You will be safe. Go see to your defenses. My crew and I are going to see what we can do before the army arrives,” I said.
“Who are you?” Brian asked, his eyes wide.
“John Talon, like I said. Chief Executive and Commander in Chief of the army of the New United States,” I said, feeling like a pompous ass even as I said it. “We could use some representation at the new capital from Missouri,” I said. “Once we clean up here, you’re welcome to go up north to see what’s up.”
Meggie looked at me with different eyes. “You don’t say. How many do you have in your ‘new’ capital’ if you don’t mind my asking?”
“About fifteen thousand, give or take a few. We’ve had a cold couple of winters, and the population might have expanded a little more than normal. I’ll answer your questions more in a bit, but right now, time is of the essence. I have a jackass to deal with,” I said, moving away from the group and starting towards our van.
I stopped suddenly and voiced a question.
“Out of curiosity, does my little nemesis have a name?” I asked.
Meggie snorted in a most unladylike way. “Him? That jerk calls himself Zim.”
“Zim?”
“Yeah, it’s ‘Z’-‘M’. Short for Zombie Master.”
“I had to ask. Thank you,” I said, turning back to the van where the rest of my crew was waiting for me. As I walked up, I winked at Tommy.
“Nice shot. Let’s get moving. We may be cutting this one close,” I said, getting inside.
“On our way south?” Tommy asked, putting the van in gear.
“Yep. Charlie, you’re up top, shoot on sight. We need to stop this fool before he gets to his zombies. If we’re lucky, we can get him and take advantage of whatever he’s used to bottle up the Z’s. If they’re just sitting there en masse, then Duncan, you’re up,” I said.
Duncan smiled so wide I could see it from the back of his head.
As we drove south on Highway 65, I was trying to figure out how someone could control the zombies in such a way that he could just let out a few or let out a bunch? That seemed completely contrary to everything we knew about the zombies so far.
We got past a small river, and suddenly Charlie’s rifle was barking. Tommy gunned the engine and raced ahead. I watched Charlie turn in the skylight and fire behind us. Tommy turned down a side street, which was East State Highway C, and came to a stop. There was a berm of dirt that almost came to the top of the van on either side of the road, and Charlie ducked back inside as several shots whined overhead.
“They were waiting for us under the bridge by the Little Sac River. I just happened to see the front end of their truck. I tried to put a few in the radiator, but I think I shot out their headlights,” Charlie said.
“Hey, we’re ahead of them, and we know where they are.
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