Heavy duties

Troublemaker

- '' Look, a golf course!'', Murphy pointed out as we drove near an empty field that looked a lot like it used to be made for golfing. The grass was oddly short even after all these years which made me think about whether it was even real or not. 

- '' We are not stopping'', Warren said firmly.

- '' But we might need something from there'', Addy said as we saw a little boutique that was probably built for the golfers. There was a car on the road that looked like it had been used quite recently and I wasn't sure if it was a good or a bad sign. We stopped our car and got out while walking towards the shop. Everyone was alert and holding their guns near, everyone except for Murphy. 

- '' Perfect weather for golfing! I've always wanted to do this in a field like this, it was totally different when I was in prison'', he was tattling really loud and walking like there were no worries. 

- '' Hey, are you ignoring me?'', he walked near me and leaned closer to look at my face. His sudden attention towards me felt awkward but I tried to shake it off. 

- '' You are being too loud'', I mumbled as I avoided looking at him. He acted like he was hurt by my comment. 

- '' I see. I guess you wouldn't care if I'd just go and kill myself there now'', he said and I rolled my eyes because that wasn't my point and he really chose the worst moments out of all. We arrived at the door of the shop and while Warren kicked it open I turned around to see if the noise attracted some unpleasant visitors. I saw no Z's but I saw no Murphy either. 

- '' Murphy?'', I asked and looked around but he was really gone. 

- '' Damn it'', I cussed as we got inside to check the waters. Warren opened a door to the cafeteria and a sudden burst of zombies came in. 10K shot a few of them but there were too many so instead of fighting we ran for our lives and locked ourselves in a tiny cabinet. Everyone was trying to hold on to the door before the sudden sound of gunshots rang through the air. 

- '' It's okay, you can come out now'', a male voice said but it was definitely not Murphy. Besides, he would never do things like that. No, he prefers to fucking disappear when we need him the most. 

- '' Careful now'', Warren said as we slowly opened the door. We saw a group of 3 people holding guns and looking toward us. 

- '' We are seeking fuel and water, we don't want any harm'', Warren spoke to the man who seemed to be their leader. 

- '' Don't worry, you are safe here'', the man said and smiled. 

- '' Have you seen a guy? Tall, looking like he is very ill, talks a lot'', I blurted out and they all turned to look at me. I turned to look outside the window and there he was; golfing in the middle of the zombies. 

- '' What the hell?'', a female from their group asked but nobody knew how to explain it to her. 

We all sat together around a table to have a drink and discuss. I think everyone felt very alert to the situation because as we had learned, it was very dangerous to trust anyone. They seemed to be very interested in Murphy and I didn't judge them for what; he was a freak. He kept talking and talking and telling about his situation while we all tried to give him signals to shut it before they knew too much. 

- '' Oh come on, just relax. What's the worst that could happen?'', he asked as he gulped his drink down. I had drunk a few sips from my drink but I still felt nauseous from yesterday's drinking and z-weed so I wasn't too much into it. 

After 10 minutes I started to feel very drowsy, my eyes were forced shut and I started to sway in my chair. 

- '' Don't mind her, she was partying hard all night'', I heard Murphy say before I dropped off from my seat and everything went blank.