A Knight In The Apocalypse

A Knight In The Apocalypse Ch. 2

A way out.

“We’re heading back to the school? Why?” She asked hoping somehow he would change his mind, after all they had a better shot of sneaking now. “I know what you’re thinking, we have Mitchell and Ian, so why no sneak around?” She was kind of surprised, but you never knew with Steven, he likes to bullshit sometimes to seem smarter. “The reason I said if wade was here we could sneak, was because he was a trap setter in our camp, and was a damn good sniper.”

He stopped, knowing that if guilt got in the way, he could not remain stoic and would lower their survival rate. “They don’t know how to shoot well, and Ian can’t balance worth a damn.” At this point Ian raised his voice, “Hey! It’s not my fault! Blame the genes bro.” Stephen looked gave him a look that said, yeah right….

At last they had arrived, only thing between the school and the cop station was fence. Steven wondered why there were no scorpions hanging around the cop station. “Did you know, they had some S.W.A.T. gear here? We helped raid it during the early stage of the zombie outbreak.”

“I was meaning to ask about that, Mitchell. Why join the pure bloods? Aren’t they racist and you seem to be pretty liberal.” Erica didn’t know she stepped into uncalled for territory. “It was for survival and leave it at that.” Mitchell had a dark expression about him. “hey, didn’t you say that you got her from a school infested with scorpions? according to her this is it. So why aren’t they making another home here?”

Mitchell was curious about it too. The parking lot littered with small trash, bones, and a something hard. They stepped out and looked around. There were a couple dead scorpions, freshly killed. “Watch yourselves, we’re not alone.”

Erica slowed her movements as they moved towards the entrance. As if to say: if shit goes down I’m outta here!

They advanced and Steven signaled to stop. ”Do not step on the grass. See those small spikes hiding there? bear traps.” Erica grabbed his arm and pulled “Why the hell are we going in here if the armored truck is out here?”

“For supplies. Can’t weld without a blow torch, and also the less pure bloods the better chance we have of escaping. Don’t worry, I won’t let any harm come to you.” It was getting dark. “Give me your gun, I want you to hide if you hear shots fired, wait for me.”

He said it with such conviction, Erica felt as if she could trust him, maybe. She handed him the Glock and said nothing, she noticed the keys in his pocket, and formed an escape plan just in case. Stephen opened the door and closed it, remaining outside. Someone came to check, security measurements must be broken he thought.

“give me that rock and moan like a zombie. Try to throw your voice.” Steven whispered to Mitchell and Ian, one of them had to know how to do that. He threw the rock at the sign in front of the cop station, while Ian immitated the zombie. “The hell is that? One of’em zombie mothafuckers? Shit…I thought they was dead! Imma get my huntin rifle!”

He headed back in to the dim room, and Ian tapped Stephen’s shoulder. “lets go while he’s distracted!” Stephen shaked his head no and ordered them to stand down with a gesture. “Skeeter gonna love this! Zombies comin back? Fuck yeah!” The redneck opened the door, while Steven readied himself.

The man came out the door with an unloaded weapon, stupid move. Steven leaped into action before the redneck could see him.Landed his left foot on the back of the knee, forcing him to fall down forward. Steven then took the knife attached to his belt and slit the man’s throat. Without remorse he pushed him aside and then picked up the rifle and looted the body. “Erica, stay close to Mitchell, he will be using this to protect you. Mitchell, Do. Not. Fail. Me.”

Mitchell looked at him with anger. Angry because he didn’t want to play babysitter, and angry because Steven had the audacity to speak to him like that. He simmered down just enough to make a rational decision, after all, Steven was the only one who has made it outside since the purge.

“Ian and I will go in front, Ian sucks at fighting but is good at strategy, it’s the reason he survived his faked death.” Well, logic was Ian’s forte, so it’s not that surprising. “Ian, if you think there’s a unit nearby tap once on my shoulder than my arm. If we need stealth and avoid conflict give two taps then pause, and then another two. If we can’t avoid it, use this.” Stephen had taken a small crossbow out of his backpack. No longer carrying the heavy blunt weapons, so they could have room for things.

“Okay, everyone follow on my lead, and for the love of all that is good…. don’t panic...” He handed Ian some sticks fashioned to be like bolts, he had trouble finding ammo for it. So they entered the square room with a big window, where people would report something to. Then a door on the right of it, and they went in. “There’s no sign of people in any of these rooms, the lights are out in each room with the door closed and I see dust on the handles. There are at least two others in that room in front, we can’t avoid a gun fight.”

Ian knew it was safe to converse this to the others, it would be troublesome if there were people waiting in ambush. “Hahaha… I got a plan.” After a couple minutes, Steven took out some fire crackers. Lit them and threw it at the door, everybody hid.

Two purist rednecks came out guns blazing after it died down, however Stephen had his old phone play scary music with a clown laughing evilly in the background. Then when the smoke cleared a bit, the doors slammed. Breaking some the nearest visible windows and threw some weak homemade smoke bombs. Then they put the inflatable clown on the vertical dolly taped to stand. Then a shriek came from the phone and the rednecks began to shoot.

“Fuck this shit! Skeeter don’t fuck with no clowns.” Skeeter ran, fear of clowns maybe, just theatrics revealed it. Ian focused his shot, on the remaining guy who yelled “PUSSY!” He began to fire on the clown, but when he got the clown it popped surprising him. Ian shot, he missed the heart by four inches down. Fortunately it was able to cause him enough pain to squeeze the last shot. Steven ran into action and put a dirty pillow he had found on a couch next to the mans head, he tried to kill Steven only there were no more bullets in his pistol. Stevwn pulled the gun and shot him through the pillow. Erica was beginning to fear him a bit, he showed no weakness or remorse.

“Now that’s what I call blowing your mind hahaha…” Then everyone shared the really??? Expression, and Mitchell hit his forehead with his palm. Steven still hadn’t completely changed, he was so serious he seemed like a different person. A small bit of relief passed by Mitchell, who had been a close friend since high school.

“Steve, why did you have this shit in your back pack?” Replying with a smile. “I raided a Halloween and a fireworks store. I thought it might be helpful, and I wanted to pull a prank on Riot. She’s a girl I rescued, her real name is Tori.” Erica knew that this will probably end up with him flirting with another girl.

NOT that she’s jealous, it’s that he does so in front of people regardless of who they are. He wasn't a dick, but because he had a poor sense of privacy. “Erica and Mitchell, stay here. We got this.” So they snuck inside by stealthily moving past the door. Then by moving in the shadows, it was a medium size room with another door. But it was open.

“Shit!” said Ian as he realized he just led them to a trap. Skeeter jumped from a big metal storage box, and another man side stepped from the other room with a gun pointed at Ian. “Well, well, well. To think someone was dumb enough to attack a raided police station! You must have big balls to do something so stupid.”

Steven couldn’t resist, “I have ten pound balls, man. Its why I’m still able to bowl in this apocalypse.” No one really thought that was funny, but the man shot him in the arm anyway. Though he missed and grazed him. “Fuck! Come on! It was a joke!” exclaimed Stephen. “It was a shitty one at that, and I unlike those other purist idiots, have a brain. So let’s chat.”

“Cool by me, what do you wanna talk about, I think the lakers just won another game!” BAM a shot to the leg, luckily it grazed him again. This guy was a shitty shot. “’Ey Robert, why not shoot dis English fucker? He don’t wanna gives us an answer, my balls itch man. I can’t scratch or deys might kill me.” Robert sighed loudly, why must he surrounded by idiots? “Skeeter, embarrass me one more time and I will kill you myself. Time to end this-” BAM, Mitchell had shot Robert in the throat, and Erica shot at Skeeter. She missed, but it gave Stephen enough time to shoot him in the chest 3 times.

He was out, quickly realizing she took some bullets out of the gun. “Not that I’m not glad you saved me, but Eri ca, please tell me next time you do something like that! A single bullet can be the difference between life and death.”

Erica didn’t really care for that comment, he should be happy she didn’t leave him yet. She took the keys already during the commotion. They stood up and searched the place for a Med kit, but couldn’t find one. It was one of the items that were dropped by helicopter, before the purist kept shooting them down. Erica then said “just sit over there.” She then pulled a flat flask from her pocket in he pants, it contained rubbing alcohol.

She then pulled her shirt up a bit and Stephen shot daggers at both to look away. She had gauze around her stomach. “A nurse told me to keep my supplies like this, so I won’t get mugged, people with belongings usually get robbed.” She said in a nice calm voice, trying to ease him, because it was going to burn like hell.

“God damn it!” screamed Stephen, as he hit the wall with his fist, he cannot feel much from his knuckles. “Stay still! And if you break your hand you’re on your own.” she unwound the gauze from her stomach area. “Don’t worry about that isss! I trained to not feel ahhh! Much pain from it when I punch hard objects. This way if I miss, I won’t Ahhh! Take it easy! I won’t hurt it as bad when I miss.”

After she was done putting it on him, they searched for other things, and luckily they found an agenda. Everyone but three were to remain in each stronghold. The king wanted to invade and control this area, because the monster count was low in comparison to others. “Shit, tell me that we won’t have to bust through a damn army blockade.” Stephen thought for a minute. “Mitchell make a car bomb, we’re going to rush while they regroup!”

They knew it was so crazy, it may just work, or get them all killed. “Listen, we’ll take that armored truck, it may not be comfortable but we can at least no worry about small arms. I’m guessing that after the choppers and the number of monsters killed, they’re T-Rexing with 9 mil pistols.” They knew he sometimes spoke in a “different” sort of way, but that was Steven for you.

They decided to abort the plan, they had thought the armored vehicles to have been taken apart to make better and more affordable vehicles, diesel is hard as balls to come by. They labored in making bombs. They found some police motor cycles and decided to rush after the explosions, Stephen had stashed a limo out there, only thing was that it was a bit beat up.

Morning came and they went to drove up into the highway, and then kept a distance from the blockade. They took the bikes out and had looted a couple of worn vests, then activated the bombs after putting something heavy on the accelerator.

The cars went far enough that it blew up most of the blockade, glass and metal everywhere. It was then that they tried to rush, but some survived the explosions and began to fire. Erica riding with Stephen and Mitchell with Ian, Mitchell got shot in the vest three times. Then in a moments notice they broke through POP! The tires had gotten damaged with all the debris everywhere.

“To the woods! RUN!” As they fled, the purist kept shooting relentlessly, but they escaped. “I told you! We should’ve gotten in the armored truck! Now they’re after us!” Ian screaming at Stephen. “I doubt it. They took a heavy loss and I figure the place got mined, its why the explosion was larger than anticipated. Anyway, Erica are you Ok? I’ll kill those bastards if they shot you!”

This was beginning to worry both of them, Steven was only half focused on the task at hand. “Damn it Steve! Focus! We need to get out of here! They probably have ATV’s” Steven still looking at Erica with concern gets pushed to a tree. “CONCENTRATE!” Mitchell screamed at the top of his lungs. “I said I had doubt it, because I stashed a limo around here. Now get your hands off me, or you might lose them.”

No way to talk to a friend, but there was a stick jabbing Stephen in the back, so he was not a happy camper. It took them fifteen minutes to find it, it had been painted gray with cracks and covered with a lot of moss. “Well? What are we waiting for?” Stephen looked around, then up in the trees. BAM, Riot had taken a shot at a purist with a sniper rifle, of course she wasn’t an expert on it.

However it was an easy kill. “Hey, you must be Erica and the guys. I’m Riot, and I’m going to help you survive.” Then they got in the limo while Stephen was driving. Erica feeling kind of threatened, she had joined them for the sake of survival. Steven only brought her along because he still had a major crush on her. But Riot was beautiful as well, she was 5’8 with black hair and golden highlights, and was pretty attractive in the other aspects. “I will be in charge of you while Steve looks for others, we’re making a stronghold. If we can make a fortress with supplies, people will flock, and create a small society. Then we expand and make a working city, but we also need more weapons to protect ourselves from raiders.” Erica now feeling as if maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. She didn’t know she could trust Riot, but she was going to be in charge? “Well… What do you need us to do?” Erica was trying to sound like she is focused on what Riot is saying. “I need you to basically be able to defend yourselves, and be able to provide yourselves with what you need. No one has maids to clean up after you. Now Steve will leave for a couple days when he catches wind of a new recruit or friend, but we need to hold out our position.” Just like that everyone had been more relaxed, they were tired, close calls and murder in front of your eyes can tire you if you aren't used to it. They rode out in the sunset, and the others rested comfortably. it may be beat up, but it's still a limo.