Zombieboy

Chapter 10

He made his way back to the bridge, this time using more caution and 'scoping' out the situation before he ran in. The pack of zombies was still there and he didn't see the old kid in the long coat anywhere. Cautiously he moved forward and across the bridge. At the back of the pack of zombies Kyle whispered loudly, “Chuck! Katie?”

Nothing. He knew they were there, there was still a rainbow pattern of light at the top, though the pattern was sluggish, it was just as bright as before.

A little louder he said, “Chuck? Mr. Hunter?”

The larger pattern started to move and the rainbow colors moved more quickly, soon Chuck's head peeped above the top of the machinery.

“Kyle?”. Chuck's sleepy voice called out.

“I am here, I got your case, I hope it works, I don't know if I can throw it to you though, it is heavy.”

“What is that you got there? Besides the case?”

“Uh, my bat?”

“Yeah, yeah, man you can hit those guys in the head really hard with it and they will die Kyle, if you killed them all we could get away.”

“Uh, I'm not sure...”, Kyle began, not liking that idea at all. He had had enough killing for one day, maybe even for one life, “I would rather try throwing the box.”

Kyle set his bat down and took ahold of the box with both hands. Looking up at the top of the furnace Kyle took aim, heaved the box back over his head and threw the box towards Chuck. The small metal box was not designed to be thrown, what it lacked in aerodynamics it made up in mass, Kyle, with his freshly rested and energized body was easily able to get the box up to Chuck, in fact he hit Chuck with enough force to knock him backwards. While catching his balance Chuck dropped the box, fortunately it landed atop the furnace. As it hit the weak lock sprung open and a bunch of papers flew out of it. Chuck leaned over and rifled through the box, coming up with a gun.The triumphant grin died on Kyle's face and a weird feeling started to grow inside him. Real guns were bad, everybody said so. Only police and Army dudes were supposed to have guns. And bad guys, terrorists and ban robbers. Chuck wasn't a police officer or in the army.

Kyle flinched as the gun went off. A zombie close to the bottem of the platform holding the furnace up fell over soundlessly as its head imploded from a shot directly above it. Chuck laughed evilly. "Now we can get out of here Katie." Chuck took careful aim again and anoth zombie went down. "When they are all down we gotta move fast and get outta here, right? Kyle you stay clear, wait for us on that side of the bridge and look out some punk in an overcoat, okay?"

Kyle just nodded and backed slowly away from the bridge, part of him really wanted to run, another part didn't want Chuck to get mad at him. It took Chuck a few minutes to get the zombies cleared away from the building so they could climb down; he had to reload the gun twice. Kyle had completely forgotten about watching out for the 'punk', however no one arrived despite all the noise Chuck made.

Katie scrambled down the side of the furnace support platform like a gangly monkey, followed quickly by her father. Who kept the gun uncomfortably pointed in Kyle's direction.

“You ain't gonna try anything right?”

Shaking his head, with his arms held out in front of him Kyle backed away nervously stammering, “N-no, no! Not me! No!”

“Okay then, for now you do as I say until we can figure this mess out, we gotta get out of here though, before that kid gets back or any other zombies show up. Let's go! Head towards our house.”

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