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Asshole (noun)
An irritating or contemptible person.

Chapter Five
Unruly Partners

"We're running low on ammunition and guns alike. You two need to get more." 
My supposed teammate and I glanced over at each other, a strong glare in both our eyes. 
He turned back to the man behind the desk, bitching once more. "I don't want to work with the enemy." My eyes rolled. "You think I want to?"
"Hey. Vanoss is one of us, he is not an enemy." Terroriser slammed his hands on the desk, both of us immediately tense. 

Terroriser sighed, plopping back into the office chair. "We're a team. Now, I want you both to help out. Wildcat, you are one of our strongest fighters, and according to Nogla, Vanoss was his. Naturally, you two will be paired up." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Now, I don't care how you get guns or ammo. All that matters is that you. get. it. Are we clear?" 

"Yes'sir." The word came out more as an exasperated sigh, while Wildcat just nodded. 

Content with our answers, Terroriser dismissed us. 
Me nor Wildcat exchanged a word as we walked down the stairs of the building, carrying some of the last weapons we had available. There wasn't a chance in hell I was going to admit it out loud, but Wildcat might be a suitable partner. Neither of us care, so it'd just be easier.

Once we reached the bottom, Wildcat pulled a map out from one of the pockets in his jeans, several places marked with an x. "Everywhere that's marked we've already been through and looted. So, let's head for a remote town outside of Denver." He pointed at an area probably an hour's walk from here. 
"Sounds like a plan." My shoulders shrugged. Wildcat pocketed the map once more, and we both began heading in the same direction, perpendicular to the building. 

The sun didn't offer us much warmth, as thick grey clouds took over the sky. As always, what was left of the wildlife didn't make a sound, only the crinkling of dried up leaves under each step we took being the ice breaker. 
Several times, we passed by walkers, they either were missing limbs or tied up on a tree, making soft grumbling noises. I can't help but feel bad...

The small town came into view ten minutes later, at this point much darker clouds pooled above us, giving off the scent of rain. Buildings were torn, their windows boarded up, blood was almost everywhere. It looked as if a small war went on here.

"Seven of them to your right." Wildcat mumbled, flipping out his butterfly knife. My fingers were gripping my huntsman knife in less than a second, both Wildcat and I slowing down our pace. 
Simultaneously, we pulled back a random walker and shoved our knives through their rotting temples, getting the other one's attentions. 
Without another thought, I drop kicked one and stabbed a different one through it's neck and up to it's brain, where it fell to it's knees. 

The one on the ground grasped my ankle tightly, rubbing both new and old blood onto my skin. I shoved the knife through it's skull, it's grip immediately going limp. 
My head jerked up, where Wildcat was too busy with his own walker to notice the one coming up behind him. Almost without a second thought, I shoved the Huntsmen through the back off it's neck as it's hand brushed Wildcat's shoulder. 

He turned on his heel, his sour look diminishing a little. "Let's just split up and find what we need." I smirked slightly. "Oh, you're welcome." My sarcastic comment earned another glare. 
"Don't push it." His back was facing me once again, walking in the opposite direction. A sigh escaped my lips as I turned towards the street on the right, my eyes landing on a Big Five store. 

My knife stayed close to my torso as I snuck around the store, a light tap as something walked through. Stay frosty, Evan...
Quickly and as silently as I could, my pace picked up when I spotted the gun rack, filled with airsoft guns and real ones alike. Wonder if metal BB's could puncture a corpse... 
Before I could jump over the counter, movement caught my eye from around the corner. I can conclude it's not a walker in here, since it quickly hid after it's seen me. 
With as much confidence as I could, my voice echoed throughout the small store. "Come out." My right hand reached for the pistol in my holster, the cool metal sending a shiver throughout my arm. 

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A stranger nudged my back with a rifle, the other that was hiding walked out. This man looked old - like 40 or 50 years. 
Oh, I knew this situation all too well. "Well, what else am I supposed to do?" My sarcastic comment didn't even register in my mind before I said it. The man in front of me sneered, his double barrel aimed towards my chest. 
"Why are you here?" The one behind me poked my back once more, in an even more threatening manner. 

"It's pretty obvious, isn't it? I need guns." My eyes rolled, giving off the I'm not scared aura. The man in front of me laughed aloud, several of his teeth missing from his mouth. The lump in my throat was hard to gulp down. 
"We're here for food. Haven't had much luck... 'till now." His creepiness factor was over the roof as I realized what he was implying. 

"He's quite muscly too..." The one behind me commented hungrily. Great, cannibals is all I need right now. My jaw clenched in fear, nails digging into my palms. "Oi, Lector!"
If I didn't have two guns already trained on me, I would have dropped them by now. But, having known now there are three, my nerves skyrocketed. Fuck, I need Wildcat right about now. 

Another old man walked around the corner, a large grin plastered on his face. Several of his gold teeth glimmered even without much light in here. "Haha HA, boys! Wonder if he'll taste like teriyaki." He, 'Lector', limped towards me, towering over. 

"And all you'll do is wonder, old man. That kid is mine." A gun cocked from the front doors, a sigh of relief escaping from my lungs. 
A crack broke through the air, and the threatening rifle that was pushed up against my back now absent. After I was free of that, my gun was already in my hands, aiming at the guy in front of me. After one second, his blood splattered across the glass and some of the equipment. 

Before I could move even a muscle, the fat lard who was still alive grabbed my wrist and, seemingly effortlessly, put me in a choke hold. "You killed them! You killed my brothers! It's only fair I kill this one!" He blocked off my air as he tightened his grip. 
Wildcat already had his gun trained on his head, a threatening smile on his face. "That's not happening on my watch."

My lungs, that felt like they were on fire, finally filled with some much needed oxygen as Wildcat ended the man with one bullet to the brain. Several coughs racked my body as I fell to my knees, feeling more thankful than ever. Despite our mutual hate for each other, he saved me. 

"Come on. Let's just grab their shit and whatever we can from here." Wildcat swung the large gun onto his back, which I'm guessing he found before coming here.

After my breathing stabilized, I joined him in collecting whatever useful thing was lying around, most of it covered in blood. Silence bore between us once more. 

Thunder clapped and rain poured down before we could even leave the store, the sky darkening even further. I was fine with travelling in bad weather, but when it was night? Out of the question. 
"Looks like we'll being staying here tonight. Brian could have at least told us what we were doing earlier..." Wildcat mumbled, dropping his luggage. 
"Is Terroriser Brian?" I asked, the several guns I had salvaged fell from my shoulder and onto the ground. He nodded as he sat against the wall next to the doors. 

"Well... what's your real name, then?" I asked, leaning on the wall opposite him. All he did, though, was shake his head. "That's another conversation for another day. Also, well, I kind of despise you."
I shrugged. "Seems fair enough." But, it didn't seem like he hated me as much as he convinced me he did. I mean, when he first walked in, he said something like 'that kid is mine.' Shouldn't dwell on it too much, though, he probably didn't want Brian to get on his ass for letting me die.