High School Of The Dead:The Forgotten Years. (HOTD Fanfic)

Chapter 22. Mind Games.

"You know, Mr.K. Since you're so light, you're kinda making this easy on me." I chirped, sticking a very long piece of rebar into the bottom of his head, and into his brain cavity. "Oooch. Talk about a headache." I cracked up, picking up my piece of art and setting him right on top of a cinder block, using the rebar to prop his head up and make him look like he was napping. "Whuzzgoinon?" One of his more bulky friends muttered, sitting up in a drunken stupor. "Kunchi? You good?" I swore under my breath, and darted away. I heard his friend grumbled, farting very loudly as he approached. "Kunchi... I swear if you fell asleep again, your scrawny ass is gonna..." He trailed off, giving me a better look at him. It was Muscles from back before the mansion burned,and the years had not been kind, considering his ample beer gut. "Kunchi?" He called, reaching forwards. Not wasting any time, I rushed forwards, cutting open his belly,and causing Muscles to cry out once, before I slashed his throat quickly, but I was too late, because his buddies immediately sat up, drunkenly scrambling for their weapons. Shaking my head in disgust at my sloppy work, I stuck the next card into Muscles spewing gut, the two of diamonds. Rushing into the alley, I pulled out my Markov,and trained it on the unsteady group. "One bad move, and you're chow, boys!" I barked, using my voice to echo in the alley's close confinement. The remaining four looked around, squinting, and I realized they couldn't see me,because the alley was too shaded for their drunk eyes to register me. Taking advantage of their blindness, I climbed up a nearby fire escape, positioning myself over the group. "Who's there?" The biggest of the quartet boomed, whom I recognized as Spike, his hair still ridiculous as ever. "Oh, just a old ghost. Now,if you want to live,listen up. One of you four has to pay a heavy toll for the other three to leave. I would recommend hurrying, because the dead smell your friends bodies up front. And that means lunch to them!" I gloated,shifting my body to leap. "And just what makes you think we'll listen to you,ass clown?" Spike barked, his back to me. "This will." I said softly, leaping down from my perch, and landing on Spike's back, stabbing the top of his skull cleanly. While pulling out my blade, I slid the last card into his skull, The Joker card that finished my job. Taking my left hand and drawing my gun, I trained it on the trio,backing up for the entrance of the alley. "Take your friends bodies to your boss. Let whoever is in charge, to not fuck with The Jokerz,or their allies. If you so much as piss on a pillar on the mansion grounds, I will chop off your dick,and feed it to the closest zombie, before throwing you to them as well." I growled, almost out. "Who are you, at least?" Tan man begged, fear taking away the sakes effect. "Just call me... The Dealer." I laughed evilly,then sprinted away, cleaning my blade and sliding it home, heading for the hospital, relived that my chore was over.