tears of blood

chapter 5

                                                                                    Lances arms barley had the strength to hold up his weapon his legs were barley supporting his weight his mouth was very dry and his stomach was growling what seamed louder than a roar of a crusher has friend Brandon felt the same way the sky was dark making it hard to navigate the wheat field that they were in it was bout knee high in the lowest points and shoulder high in most parts in the distance they could see a house the windows shining light into the night "you know out of all the places I don't want to be mate a wheat field is right behind a corn field you have seen the American films" Brandon managed to whisper just that he could barley feel the pains he had because he was terrified "Christ mate just be quiet and follow me keep your gun up and safety off you will make it just fine" lance said but the then noticed he couldn't hear Brandon's foot steps anymore "Brandon" lance barley got that out over the chattering of his teeth "oh mate quit kidding me" lance yelled he then herd Brandon's scream it wasn't fear it wasn't trying to get lances attention it was pain and only pain "Brandon" yelled lance as he began to run as fast as his legs could carry him he got all the way to the farm house and saw a trail of blood a lot of blood "oh god no" lance whispered to himself he followed the mix of blood and dirt up and onto the porch it led to the front door which was wide open he pulled his shotgun up pointing the barrel into the house he put his hand on his Bandolier feeling and counting the shells to see how maybe zombies he could take before he had to leave Brandon for dead he then pulled four shells out of his bandolier and put them in his side saddle shell holder he then took out his bayonet and mounted it on the under barrel "here I come mate" lance mumbled as he flipped his side mounted tac. light on and continued to follow the trail of blood it led through the living room and into the kitchen so he followed it the kitchen light suddenly flipped on and around the corner came a man with a pistol lance almost fired but he realized it was a man that wasn't infected "are you this guys friend" the man said "I think so who are you" lance asked "my names Gregg my friend Gary is in there trying to stop the bleeding" "can I come see him" lance said "yeah go ahead" Gregg said motioning toward the kitchen lance turned off his tac. light and lowered his gun he went into the kitchen and there on the table laying on his back squirming around was Brandon his leg had been torn off and the man named Gary was trying to keep Brandon down on the stove was a red hot pan with nothing in it "holy shit" lance said with wide eyes "how much of my leg is left" painfully yelled "son there is nothing left" Gary mumbled