Final Crisis

Chapter 14

“You gave me a kid?” Werster groaned in disbelief, looking at his group of people.

It was composed of Lane and Uriel, along with a kid in a red hoodie as well as an older man next to him, Grismene, who wore a black jacket with green fire patterns on it. His hair was dyed green on the tips.

“I’m fourteen!” The kid responded.

“Yeah, that’s still being a kid, you fuckin' idiot.”

Reese pulled Werster back away from the group he had assembled for him.

“Be kind to Buddy. He really wanted to go, and you can take this as a time to teach him some basics,” Reese whispered in his ear.

“Him and Uriel are dead weight for this,” Werster whispered back, “They don’t know shit…and why the hell am I in charge of this mission? You're giving a fourteen year old for crying out loud!”

“It is your responsibility to protect him. And because you scared that woman off. Now if you continue to whine to me,” Reese leaned in closer, “I’ll have to administer punishment.”

Werster breathed hard, scratching his cheek aggressively. “Fine.”

He turned around, signaling to open the gate.

“You’re wearing white to go out?” Uriel asked, pointing at Werster’s white dress shirt.

“What’s the matter with white? It’s not like it’ll get dirty,” He grumbled.

“White just doesn’t look good on you,” Buddy bluntly said.

Werster craned his neck. “Oh come on, now that’s just racist...”

The group gawked at him, ignoring his remark.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Lane sighed, leading the group out through the gate.

They saw a few infected stumbling around in the middle of the street, and Werster aimed his gun at them.

“Hold it!” Lane bellowed, and positioned Uriel at the front of the group, handing him her pistol.

“If you’re gonna make me shoot, reconsider please. Look how far away they are!” Uriel exclaimed.

“Do it, just to see how good you are,” Lane said.

Uriel grumbled, feeling the need to have to listen to her. He raised the gun up, and fired at one of the infected. The bullet went way off course, hitting a car a few feet away.

The gunshot alerted the infected of their presence, and they both began trudging down the road.

Uriel continued firing, missing every shot.

Werster couldn’t help but laugh wildly, finding it difficult to breathe.

“Have you ever shot a gun before!?” He shouted, tears welling up in his eyes from laughter.

Uriel handed the gun back to Lane, his cheeks turning bright red. “N-No. I’m just a teacher, what do you expect?”

Werster continued laughing, falling to the ground and struggling to catch his breath.

“Never handle a gun ever again, man,” Grismene said, walking out in front and pulling out his pistol to fire.

“Out the way, Gris!” Bellowed a voice from behind.

A brown truck barreled through the open gate, the tires squealing as the truck swerved, almost hitting the group.

A man was standing in the truck bed, holding a rifle in his hand and letting out what the others could only discern as a war cry as the truck barreled forward and smashed into the two infected shambling towards them.