Mom and Zombie Slayer

Chapter NINE

My next stop was in a city called Wolftown, forty five minutes away from Philadelphia. I had to do get something to close the three windows of the cars. If I couldn't, then we would have to change cars because it was just too dangerous to stay out in the open. It was going to be dark soon, and I felt we were too vulnerable.

The city had a Target, but I was looking for a Wal-Mart. Wal-Mart had guns.

I finally found one, right in the middle of the city. It was a Super Center so I felt confident enough to walk in there and grab all the weapons I can put my hands on.

I quickly came to the realization, after the previous encounter with the zombies, that I needed more than what I had if I wanted to protect Elliott and I. I always always had a hoarding type of personality. If I liked the color purple, I would  buy everything in purple. If I liked an author, I would buy all the books he wrote.

I slowly drove in the parking lot, wanting to park the car as close as I could of the front doors.

The front doors were broken and there was glass everywhere. I could see blood on some pieces of glass on the ground. I quickly wondered if the blood belonged to a human, a zombie, or a human on its way to becoming a zombie. But I didn’t have time for commiseration, or for empathy.

I had to act quickly because I didn’t know how long I would be stuck there. But more importantly, I didn’t know if there were zombies inside, or coming my way. I went in the trunk hoping I had not forgetten  to pack my baby swing when Mr. Parker had came to bring me to John. I found it without problem and put it on my shoulder. I sat the baby in it and it gave me free use of both my arms. Humph, I am sure the manufacturer didn’t think their sling would be useful during a gun/weapon array in an empty Wal-Mart.

I entered the store with the baby sitting in the sling on my hip, my shotgun in my right hand and my pistol in my left hand. The first thing we saw, was a display of bread, clearly not as fresh as it was announced. I walked by it and checked the date they had been made. Good. Only four days ago. They might not be as fresh as what I was used to, but I didn’t mind. I grabbed the bag of rolls that looked the best and ripped the plastic bag they were wrapped in and gave one roll first to Elliott. I looked at him with a smile while he sank his teeth in it. He didn’t see the difference between freshly made, and freshly made four days ago. He looked at me with a huge smile, showing his toothy smile.

“It’s good?” I whispered to him, straining my ears. He nodded his answer, his mouth full of bread. “Good. Now, we are going to play a game, ok? Let’s play the silence game. The first one that talks, lose. Ok?” I wanted to kick myself in the butt. What a stupid game. But I had no choice, I had to find a way to keep him stay quiet. He nodded again and took another big bite to his roll.

Glad I was wearing my sneakers, I walked slowly trying to stay quiet. My first stop was the armoury department. If this store was like the other ones, I would find what I needed in the back.

To my dismay, somebody already had gone through the shelves before me. I didn’t let that stop me. With the baby still in the sling, I went behind the counter and went through what was left on the floor.

I got two more guns and six ammunitions box for them. I put them aside and went into the back room, looking for more. I had my shotgun with me and I had to find more ammunitions for it but I couldn’t find any. Five more minutes later, I found a whole big box, hidden behind a men’s jacket. Probably the jacket of one of the employee that had fled the place when the zombies had first appeared.

I found a plastic bag that I doubled and put all of the ammo in. Despite the weight of the bag, assuring me that I could now defend myself, I didn’t feel secure yet. I stood up and looked around me, tapping a finger on my bottom lip and giving the baby another roll.