Chapter 7: The Redneck Survivors
"Took ya long enough," I grumbled.
"Well excuse me if some of us are still sane!"
"A life without risks is-"
"A safe life," she cut me off, "and that wasn't a risk anyways, that was just plain stupidity".
"I have a habit of acting on impulse, so no offense if I don't take your advice."
"None taken, I try not to let the mentally impaired get to me," she retaliated.
"Ha, your hilarious, you should be on Blue Collar."
"You mean live with a bunch of redneck comedians, not a chance." We arrived at a house.
"Ladies first," I encouraged.
"Get in there," she gave me a shove through the door. A corpse lunged at me, I sidestepped and pulled out my knife from where I proceeded to sever its head from its neck.
"And you said something about not taking risks?". She was silent. "Aw, cheer up, it was fun.
"Who are you," inquired a new voice. Jennifer whipped around, bringing her Python into range of his forehead. "Slow down," he chuckled.
And just who are you," I asked coldly.
"I asked you first," he teased. I brought my shotgun up to meet his face.
"Look old man, I am not in the mood for your games, so tell us what you are doing, and the monkey might not pop the weasel, if you get my meaning."
"You young people have no patience I swear, anyways you might not be in the mood for games, but I sure am," his renewed chuckling really started to piss me off. Two scrawny men holding 22 Cal rifles came up behind him. I tossed my shotgun to Jennifer who dropped her Python. I drew both my pythons and took aim at the newcomers.
It seemed like one of those Wild West showdowns. Time slowed. Everything seemed to turn black and white. I dove, still keeping aim on the Scrawny Men. One kept their aim on Jennifer, and the other followed me. I shot his leg, the noise echoing throughout the building. He fell to the ground, clutching his knee. The old man swore. Footsteps and shouts announced the presence of more people in the nearby corridor. I cast a look at Jennifer who seemed to get the meaning. She dropped her SPAS, drew her knife, and grabbed the old man. She proceeded to bring the sharp blade up to his neck. While this played out I had grabbed Scrawny Man #2, and forced Scrawny Man #1's head down with my foot. The new arrivals ran in on a perfect hostage situation. The screaming and shouting had stopped. I had just recently grabbed the knocked out Scrawny Man #1 and put him in a headlock with the barrel of my python pressing at a vertical angle into his neck.
"Drop your weapons," commanded Alice, coming in the room. I was so shocked I almost dropped my own. "Floyd decided you might need help," she flashed me a grin.
"Tell him," I informed her, "that we have this situation under control, though your loud voice is welcome.
"I'm sure you did," she smirked, "because it was probably just my imagination that those two that I just knocked out back there were on the," she paused, "redneck side"? "Or that the zombies that were herding your way all happen to be a part of your master plan?"
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