The Last of Them

2

    Luckily both Grayson and Everett were well trained marksmen. Only a few bullets were wasted in the theater that day, hitting their mark, but not killing the infected. "112...113...114"

   Grayson almost smiled as he rattled off his continued count of Infected kills. "Can you not..." Everett frowned, sweat dripping off his brow as he tried to concentrate on the task at hand.

    "Don't get jealous now" Grayson grinned as the final Infected crawled towards them.

    "Here, I'll let you have it since you're gonna complain." Grayson patted his friend on the back.

    "Whatever man, I just want to get this over with." Everett rolled his eyes, shoving his 9mm weapon an inch from the enemy's brain.

    "Wonder why there were so many in a movie theater anyway, I would've thought someone would clear this place out way sooner." Grayson said as soon as his companion finished the deed.

    "I don't know, maybe there were some loners but they didn't have the ammo to bother with this place." Everett suggested, holstering his gun.

    "For sure. Don't know why we didn't just bring in the assault rifles," Grayson chuckled.

    They climbed over their small pile of bodies and checked the room where the Infected came from. Nothing good, just a waste of ammo. They did take the old boxed snacks from the concession stand though.

    "Think these malted milk balls will be any good?" Everett asked, grabbing a few boxes in his arms.

    "Probably good, just not as good as they used to be." Grayson found some M&M's for himself.

    "Alright, the sun's setting. Let's get the hell outta dodge." Grayson turned serious, walking towards their truck.

    It was a military truck, not really their own. It provided enough armor to stand against the infected easily. Grayson put the pedal to the metal and sooner rather than later, they made it to their compound. The truck reached a gate and Grayson leaned on the horn for a few seconds.

    Instantly the gate swung open, ushering them inside. "Hey, how about making a little more noise next time?" One of the guards holding a military sniper rifle, yelled at Grayson sarcastically.

    "I'm just trying to give you some shit to shoot." He replied out the window, pulling forward.

    "Good point," the guard muttered, turning back to his post.

    They finally parked where the rest of the few military vehicles they had stached sat.

    "Find anything interesting boys?" the maintenance woman asked, as they exited their truck.

    "Not at all, just more Infected to kill" Everett stared at her. Before she could reply, Grayson touched his friend's shoulder.

    "Well, I'll leave you two alone" He smiled, trudging off towards one of the many apartment buildings in the area.

    As soon as he entered his building, a man sitting in a chair in the hallway noticed him. "Yo man, Andy been looking for you." He greeted Grayson with a nod.

    "When isn't he..." Grayson muttered back. "I'll find him." He said over his shoulder as he started up the stairs. He reached his own room, locked the door behind him and shed his military gear. Finally he could catch a bit of much needed sleep.