The End of Days

[11]

"Hey Liam? Yo. Man, Liam. Liam!"

"Hol- we're 5 minutes from the shop, what do you want?" He stared back impatiently at the pestering redhead who remained undeterred. Sam shook his head as they made their way down the abandoned road, bags of stocked up supplies slung over their backs.

"Wanna play a game?"

"No."

"Please? Im bored."

"No." Liam repeated himself, even gesturing as their stop came into view. Cam huffed a bit but forgot about it, stuffing his face with some more pocky's.

Sam and Liam were a bit ahead as usual, eager to stay on alert although they'd taken the route hundreds of times by then.

Their actiones matched one another as they slowed at the sight of the store. Everything was how it always looked but something did feel off and during the apocalypse especially, your gut wasn't something you should ignore.

"There." Liam directed, their weapons drawing at the sight. One of the far right windows had been shattered. Whoever had done it must've known what they were doing because the road was still silent and not a walker could be seen in any direction.

"What'd ya think, black?" It took Liam a second to realize what the man was asking.

The past week, it wasn't just them that changed, Sam had been trying to step back a bit with the taking charge. He wasn't sure if it was because he felt bad or if he actually thought Liam was capable of leading but he wasn't going to question it, especially when Chang could be in trouble.

"Cameron, back us up from the look out. Try not to be seen, we don't know who's around." The red head nodded, his silliness from earlier settled into resolve.
He addressed Sam then, formulating the rescue plan.

Some things never change, Liam figured as Sam was the one to lead them behind the housing and around the back of the store as quick and quite as they could be.

Sam stepped out of the way suddenly, making a gesture with his head that said he would follow. Liam debated being annoyed or appreciative but checked his gun, readying himself.

"You need me, just say the word."  Sam muttered, ducked against the wall as they peeked through the back rooms glass peeking window. Liam registered figures cornering the women, jaw ticking.

"No one has to die, Sam."

"Alright but I'm telling you black, if you need me-

"I won't." The hiss in Liam's voice settled it once and for all. Sam looked unappeased but Liam continued, counting down their entrance.

"Hurry up bitch, we don't have all day." A masked man shouted, gun pressed to the old womans skull as she huffed, reaching through the shelving and filling their bags as she was instructed.

Another figure laughed, jumping a bit in his amusement. "Ay, when's the last time you've uh you know, dust the curtains? Or I guess they'd be drapes n' shit now." He laughed harder, one of the other men with a Jason masc shook his head. "Expired meat, man. Mummified."

"When's the last time you've put your dick in something warm, huh? Come on, live a little." He turned back to the eerily quite lady, no doubt grinning behind the cover of his face.

The women refused to look up as she plucked at items, taking her time. The guy ticked at the lack of a reaction, hand reaching to grab at the thinning gray hair when the sound of a gun cocking could be heard behind them.

"Don't touch her."

The men turned their direction, hands reaching immediately for their weapons when he cut them off once more. "I wouldn't do that. Put your gun down, step away."

"Who invited the nigger?"

The other guys shushed the joker at his statement, clearly having more sense. "Sam." Liam warned with a hand stopping the man who was winding up with that nasty bite of his.

Chang glanced over at the distraction, eyes catching his own. She nodded ever so subtly and he took the hint.

"Finders keepers man, that's all this is. We're surviving, same as you." Liam took a step closer, making it clear there was nothing to be discussed.

"The gun." Liam insisted which only caused a grimace from the leader. "Fuck this." He stood finally, wringing his finger through Chang's hair and dragging her with him to stand.

"You gonna shoot me, huh? Try it. I got more men, I got more weapons. You really wanna risk milling this bitch, be my guest."

Silence filled the room for a moment, the lack of commotion unsettling. He breathed deep, dropping his hands to his sides. The guy smirked a bit, "Dickless faggots."

Then a shot rang out. Quite and quick like a whistle then a party size bag of Doritos beside the mans head exploded in frivolous colors and long stailed foods.

The boys said nothing, eyes boring into Liam's who didn't seem the least bit shocked. The leader cussed, other hand fighting around his gun.

"That's our guy out there. And no, he didn't miss."
He shrugged a bit, finger tightening slowly on his weapon which was raised once more with its barrel pointed between the leaders eyes. "I'll say it one more time, drop your fucking gun."

A pistol fell to the floor a moment later. 2 more followed after some demands were made and soon the men were directed to kneel, hands on the back of their heads.

"What are you gonna do?" One of them asked, sounding more inconvinenced then desperate. It only took a look in Sams direction, that stone face he had and the way his finger itched on his trigger to understand where his head was at.

"Put it away Sam, this is done." His jaw ticked a bit, not suprised at the words but not pleased either.
"Shouldn't that be up to Chang?"

"You pussy." The woman said, hobbling closer to the group, shot gun held in her shaky hands. Liam narrowed his eyes a bit but said nothing. She stopped before one in particular that had given her extra attention before.

"Ohoho, Mr. Funny. You like to talk, yes?" The mask was ripped from his face to reveal rough features and a beard grown out of control. The face underneath was unmistakable however, he was just a kid. Their age maybe but still.

Chang stared for a moment and the barrel of the gun dropped. She pouted her lip a bit, pulling at his hand in hers. "Your just a boy."

"What?" The man was visibly suprised, especially at the gentle contact of which he definitely hadn't earned. His boys gave confused looks when he looked over for help.

"A bad boy, not good." All eyes settled on her again just as she was pulling something open and a click could be heard.

Before Liam could so much as blink, her arm swung through the air and a blade was driven through the guys hand.

"OH SHIT."

The men lunged forward which Sam and him were quick to pull them back, trapping the arms behind them. Shouting rang through the store as the guy writhed in his pain, knife driven completely through his palm and sticking out both ends.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He cried out, kicking to get away from the woman who grabbed a fist full of his hair, weapon in his face once more although he eyed it with a renewed sense of fear.

"Your worse then the corpses." She assured, looking him over in a grandmothers disapproval as he shook from the pain of the blade she'd drove through him.

"I blow your head off, bitch boy. Is that what you want?"

"No, no. I'm sorry alright, just chill! We'll leave, okay?! P-please!" His eyes widened at the hand that wrapped around the grip of the blade. "No, wait!"
With one solid yank, it was free from his flesh, blood gushing from the wound she left.

Chang eyed the boy, bleeding, sobbing, even having pissed himself it seemed. She nodded in satisfaction before turning to his friends who recoiled instinctively at her presence.

"Get the fuck out of my store."