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Authors: Ivan Turner
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when Lodi had pulled him aside on Thursday and told him about the hunt, he'd given it real thought. If he could face a zombie again, this time knowingly, and defeat it, he might be able to overcome his fear. So really, the question wasn't whether or not he was going to participate in the hunt. The question was whether or not he was going to turn all of his companions over to the cops.
So far he hadn't.
Lodi was a big kid, only sixteen but bigger and meaner than anyone Shawn had ever met. They had gone through middle school together. While Shawn had worked hard to stay out of trouble, Lodi had always found a way into trouble. He liked to tempt fate and butt heads with authority. He thought he knew it all when even Shawn understood that Lodi was one of the very dumbest people he would ever meet. And he was stubborn as a mule. Stubborn and stupid make a bad combination.
They were gathered outside the school. Well, they were a block away, standing in front of one of the popular convenience stores. The store was open but they didn't go in, choosing instead to stand out in the cold. There were seven of them. Lodi and Shawn and Brian and Tiffany, Brian's girlfriend. Shawn didn't know the other three and no introductions were made. They looked older and they looked mean. Lodi passed Brian a sour look. It was clear he didn't want to have a girl along but Brian didn't care. Tiffany had been practicing Karate or Judo or some kind of martial arts since she was in the womb. She could kick anyone's ass and had proven it a dozen times over.
“We found a spot where we saw a few zombies,” Lodi told them. “We think there are more, but we ain't sure. The guy's paying three hundred a head and he ain't put no limit so we want to bag as many as possible.”
Lodi had four duffle bags with him. Lord knows how he'd gotten them from his home to the convenience store. They looked full and they looked heavy. He unzippered the first one and started pulling out weapons. Weapons! There was a crobar, a wooden baseball bat with the fat end whittled to a point, two aluminum baseball bats, and a pitchfork. He began to hand them out. Tiffany didn't take one and Lodi didn't take one. Shawn wound up with the pointed wooden bat.
“That's a good weapon,” Lodi said. “You can beat 'em back with it or jab 'em if you need to.”
Shawn swallowed.
“Our guy wants these things alive; he don't pay for dead ones. We got to knock 'em down and tie 'em up. I got handcuffs, rope, and rubber balls to tie in their mouths. I done this twice before and let me tell you it don't pay to try and tie one up yourself. If you spot one, get help. If you get bit, you're done. I'll turn you in to the guy and collect three hundred bucks for your sorry ass. Any questions?”
There were none.
Lodi folded up the empty duffle bag and stuffed into one of the others. Then he lifted that one onto his shoulder and motioned for Brian and Shawn to each take one. Loaded up, the seven people moved down the street.
It was nine blocks to their destination, a long haul with that heavy duffle bag. At least the exercise kept them warm. But Shawn was tired when they arrived and he didn't want to fight zombies tired. Lodi brought them to a halt in front of a tall fence with rusty barbed wire along the top. Shawn knew about this place but hadn't ever been there before. Beyond the fence was a giant yard with piles of salt and dirt and gravel. No one was really sure who owned the yard but you didn't see a lot of trucks going in and out. Way back past the material was a score of run-down buildings. They housed offices and storage rooms and a couple of vehicle garages. Shawn was pretty sure there was an auto shop in one of them.
Lodi crouched down next to the fence and waited for the others to form a circle around him. “I seen two guys walkin' around in there last week. They had that funny kind of
So far he hadn't.
Lodi was a big kid, only sixteen but bigger and meaner than anyone Shawn had ever met. They had gone through middle school together. While Shawn had worked hard to stay out of trouble, Lodi had always found a way into trouble. He liked to tempt fate and butt heads with authority. He thought he knew it all when even Shawn understood that Lodi was one of the very dumbest people he would ever meet. And he was stubborn as a mule. Stubborn and stupid make a bad combination.
They were gathered outside the school. Well, they were a block away, standing in front of one of the popular convenience stores. The store was open but they didn't go in, choosing instead to stand out in the cold. There were seven of them. Lodi and Shawn and Brian and Tiffany, Brian's girlfriend. Shawn didn't know the other three and no introductions were made. They looked older and they looked mean. Lodi passed Brian a sour look. It was clear he didn't want to have a girl along but Brian didn't care. Tiffany had been practicing Karate or Judo or some kind of martial arts since she was in the womb. She could kick anyone's ass and had proven it a dozen times over.
“We found a spot where we saw a few zombies,” Lodi told them. “We think there are more, but we ain't sure. The guy's paying three hundred a head and he ain't put no limit so we want to bag as many as possible.”
Lodi had four duffle bags with him. Lord knows how he'd gotten them from his home to the convenience store. They looked full and they looked heavy. He unzippered the first one and started pulling out weapons. Weapons! There was a crobar, a wooden baseball bat with the fat end whittled to a point, two aluminum baseball bats, and a pitchfork. He began to hand them out. Tiffany didn't take one and Lodi didn't take one. Shawn wound up with the pointed wooden bat.
“That's a good weapon,” Lodi said. “You can beat 'em back with it or jab 'em if you need to.”
Shawn swallowed.
“Our guy wants these things alive; he don't pay for dead ones. We got to knock 'em down and tie 'em up. I got handcuffs, rope, and rubber balls to tie in their mouths. I done this twice before and let me tell you it don't pay to try and tie one up yourself. If you spot one, get help. If you get bit, you're done. I'll turn you in to the guy and collect three hundred bucks for your sorry ass. Any questions?”
There were none.
Lodi folded up the empty duffle bag and stuffed into one of the others. Then he lifted that one onto his shoulder and motioned for Brian and Shawn to each take one. Loaded up, the seven people moved down the street.
It was nine blocks to their destination, a long haul with that heavy duffle bag. At least the exercise kept them warm. But Shawn was tired when they arrived and he didn't want to fight zombies tired. Lodi brought them to a halt in front of a tall fence with rusty barbed wire along the top. Shawn knew about this place but hadn't ever been there before. Beyond the fence was a giant yard with piles of salt and dirt and gravel. No one was really sure who owned the yard but you didn't see a lot of trucks going in and out. Way back past the material was a score of run-down buildings. They housed offices and storage rooms and a couple of vehicle garages. Shawn was pretty sure there was an auto shop in one of them.
Lodi crouched down next to the fence and waited for the others to form a circle around him. “I seen two guys walkin' around in there last week. They had that funny kind of
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