Never Close Your Eyes

DTM 🐊 : C. 26

|| Chapter Twenty-Six||

"So, how did we do this time?" Mayor-Man asked Sketchy, who was in the process of switching weight from one hip to the other.

His mind was figuring out how to spew the bullshit from his mouth, needing it to make sense to Mayor. I bet we should get ready to run any second of this horrid conversation.

We dropped off the delivery so whoever the other men work for, hopefully won't be too mad and punish the original workers. Now, we should be on our merry way.

"Been better, been worse." Sketchy balanced his words nicely to avoid direct answers.

Simply because, we did not know what was considered good or bad on this stranger's charts.

If we had a quota to reach, we didn't want to seem arrogant and we not met the goal. We didn't even know the actual amount of Z's the other people collected before we stole their paycheck.

"Well, ain't that the truth." His sky blue jacket stretched at the seams with the chuckle that breathed happiness into his body, letting lose of all tension.

Sketchy coughed to clear his throat after the laughter ceased, eyes landing on the man next to me.

"Uh, you get a drink, son?"

He better not be getting any alcohol.

"Uh, no, no!" Sketchy reacted quickly before 10K could have a chance to mess up his story line, "Kid's a mute."

"Fell on his head as a baby." Skeezy ran with the plot, slinging his arm around 10K's shoulder as an act of brotherly love.

Skeezy and 10K were actually about the same height, but my boy had an inch or two on Skeezy and about three times thicker.

Skeezy was just a raby filled squirrel.

"Get him something stiff, though! He's had to deal with this wild cat all year!" Sketchy laughed, forcing men near us to laugh along at the fact they caught a 'wild woman among civilized men'.

Such bullshit. People pleasers made this town in population, which shouldn't surprise me.

"Alright then, we can get him something strong." The mayor of this man-ruling civilization called for alcohol to be brought out to us, "Hey! One here for the mute!"

You've got to be kidding me. He doesn't even look that much older than me!

I snapped my head in the direction of the 'mute' man, seeing how his smile seemed to brighten at the thought of being involved in something similar to what his life could've been like before the apocalypse stripped him of that.

He must be around 20-21, then. Mentally, I sighed at trying to be mad at something that looked purely thrilled to have this opportunity.

I wonder if we would've met if it wasn't for this historical event taking place. Since I had to remain in character, I kept my mouth shut and smiled back at him as he looked at me, like he was looking for permission.

I'm okay with being on guard for the both of us if that means he'll keep smiling like an idiot.

The journey to the common area of this place, which was outside, of course, was between two apartment complexes that had only one level.

The structures made a 'U' around the bonfire and large oak tree. To me, it seemed like survivors from this town and strangers gathered from the road was merged to make this population.

They must've marked this territory further out than I expected. When the growls of the undead sounded off, you would assume the whole town would go into a frenzy.