In the Apocalypse

The Murphy Part 2

"Hey, my spanish is terrible but I'm sure this is what they were talking about!" Addy said loudly as we were going through a town. It was Cheyenne wyoming. We'd been riding for almost an hour and Addy had explained to us that she heard someone speaking spanish on the radio.

"I wonder who else heard that broadcast." 10K said.

"10 O'clock!" Mack warned.

"I see them! Just keep going!" Warren told him. A lady in a red van passed us. She gave us a mean look before looking forward.

"Folks are friendly here in Cheyenne." Doc said sarcastically.

"Friendly ain't the vibe I'm getting. Let's find Murphy and get the hell out of dodge." Warren said.

"Cheyenne." Doc corrected her.

"Whatever. Okay, so we all need to think like Murphy. Get inside his zombified head. And I know that's a scary place to be. But where would you hide if you were Murphy?" Warren said. We all looked around ,trying to get an idea on where Murphy would be.

"Hey, hold on!" 10K called. Mack stopped the 4 wheeler. "You said think like Murphy..." 10K trailed off ,pointing at a sign. It was a sign for a strip club.

"Hell, they might as well put his picture on the sign." Doc commented. I laughed. He's right.

Mack parked the 4 wheeler by the back door of the strip club. We all got out and walked to the front. Warren went in first. The rest of us followed her in.

Murphy was sitting at the bar in a suit with a weird design on it and a black fedora. He had three gold watches on his left wrist. In his left hand, he was holding a glass of some kind of alcohol. The shocking thing about him was that he was blue. His skin color was literally blue.

"Hey, guys." He said before taking a drink of whatever was in his glass. "What the hell took you guys so long?"

"Murphy, you son of a bitch." Warren said.

"Yeah, what she said." I commented childishly.

"Now, now, Roberta, is that any way to talk to an old friend?" Murphy asked as he stood up. Warren walked forward and pushed him against the bar ,keeping ahold of the collar of his jacket. The zombies I didn't realize were around here all looked over at us. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey." Murphy said and the zombies settled down. "That hurt." Murphy told Warren.

"Oh, I'm just getting started." Warren told him.

"Now come on ,chief. Hey. Don't forget the mission. Come on." Doc tried to calm her down. She pushed Murphy against the bar more but let go. She moved back but kept glaring at him.

"You damn near got us killed. And you did kill millions of other people." Warren snapped at him.

"Didn't you get the memo? The apocalypse means never having to say you're sorry. I was just following the prime directive of this mission. Save Murphy's ass." Murphy told her. He sounds like he's a sociopath, no remorse. "Let's not forget. If I die, party's over for the human race. If you want to blame someone, blame that nutjob Doctor Kurian. Or your little buddy Citizen Z."

"Maybe we should tie you up for your own good." 10K said, glaring at Murphy. I nodded in agreement. 10K stepped forward ,trying to take out his rope, but someone got in front of him.

"Cassandra?" I whispered. It was her. I pulled her into a tight hug. "You're alive." But then I noticed something. She wasn't hugging back. She was just standing there ,breathing heavily. I pulled back and looked into her face. She didn't look all there. She had a bite mark on her face too. I glared over at Murphy. "What did you do to her?" I snapped at him.