I’m not convinced Steve was all right in the head before the zombies, but
I know he isn’t quite right now. I don’t know, maybe his paranoia
is what kept him alive in this city, after all paranoia’s just being smart
when everyone is out to get you. His drinking level is pretty scary
too. I haven’t even seen him eat in the two days I’ve been with him.
He’s running his body on alcohol just like the car. I wish there
were someone else to help with this.
“You ready to go?”
“Yeah, I don’t have anything else to do,” he says putting a pint of gin
in his bag. “Let’s go.”
It’s just a
two-mile walk to the place of the guys who took out the militia’s building.
I don’t even know what to call the people. They’re not really marauders
because they have a home. It’s like they somehow almost arbitrarily
became enemies instead of friends.
We go in shooting with the sun just rising. I’ve emptied two of my
three handguns before the first shot comes back at us. Steve fires
his shotgun twice in the direction of the shot & we duck into a room
that we’ve already cleared. I reload the handguns & Steve reloads
his pistol & puts two more shells in his shotgun. He’s actually
faster than me & while I’m reloading my second gun he pulls a tire
iron out of his bag & jabs it through the skulls of the three bodies
in the room & then takes a shot off his bottle.
“So, Steve, how many have we got left?”
“Maybe eighty. But once we’ve got the first floor we can wait the
rest out. You ready?”
I nod my head.
He grabs one of the bodies & stands it up in the hallway & there
aren’t any shots taken at it. “Let’s go.” Steve steps in the
hallway & runs just firing his shotgun into the next five rooms &
I go behind him taking headshots. He gets to the door to the stairway
& reloads the shotgun. “I guess we’re done with this floor,”
he says. “I’d say we should just burn them out, but the girl might
be here.”
“What do you mean ‘might’ be here?”
“Nothing. You want the front door or the stairs?”
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