The sun went down, that treacherous orb. I mean, really, could I get just get five, just five, freaking minutes of daylight here? It was dark and here’s me without any night vision goggles, head slap to self.
Okey dokey. The playing field was going to be tipped by hearing and smell. We were probably even on hearing with the rain coming down, but I had the advantage on smell, IF I could get my hound to clue me in on where all the Zombies were. I could hear her growling to my right.
“It’s okay, we won’t hurt you!” called a, possibly, woman’s voice. There were a few chuckles, and, yes, they were evil chuckles.
“Come out, come out, we just want join up with you! We need to form a band against the bad guys!” said the voice again, this time a little closer.
Geez, you would think they could try a little harder to be convincing, I thought.
“And you little doggie too!” This was accompanied by high pitched giggling and laughing, tittering even.
Anybody who titters in general, and most especially in this post-Crash world, has left sanity behind somewhere in a galaxy far far away.
So. Not fremenies then.
I edged around to the left of the well cover, just in time to miss a baseball bat strike where my head had been seconds before. Crap, these guys moved faster than I thought. I began squeezing off single shots from my AR15 in the general direction of the baseball player wannabe and then swept it from right to left and back again. My hound ran around in from the right.
Gunshots, screams, moans, growling, barking, grunting, gurgling, several big thumps and some slithering noises that I earnestly hoped were not somebody’s intestines dragging across the ground.
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