When we finally did stop again, Harold did indeed want to chat… with Harvey. As soon as we got out of the rig, Harold pulled up and tried to strike up a conversation with the kid. Ignored the rest of us as if we weren’t even there.
“Hey kid, remember me? We did some trading a little while back. I got some eggs from your grandma. I was wondering if you could tell me a little about yourself. What were your parents like? Are there any albinos in your family? Have you had the measles before?”
Harold just went on and on questioning Harvey. Of course Harvey is not one for conversation and didn’t answer a single question. Harvey just went on about his business, following the usual routine. We check the houses for food. We check the vehicles for fuel. We check the stores and gas stations for the same. We look for weapons and ammo everywhere.
When Harvey finally did break his silence, all he had were two words for Harold, “Behind you.”
A few seconds later two zombies came charging at Harold from out of an abandoned house. Harold pulled out a large hand cannon from his waist band and took aim. Four shots, four exploded knee caps, and two zombies on the ground.
Harold grabbed a makeshift spear/scoop off his ATV and walked over to the first zombie. He flipped the meat puppet onto its back and stabbed the thing in the throat, right below its chin. With a flick of his wrists he twisted the spear/scoop and pulled it back out. The zombie was officially dead.
Harold repeated the same maneuver with the second zombie. Then Harold put his spear/scoop back and hopped on the ATV. “Thanks kid” he called out as he drove away.
3 years ago
2 comments:
Wow, this story is good. I so want to know what it is that Harvey has to allow him to see where the zombies are and when they are coming. It seems to be right on.
Hmmm, he does have a pretty good zombie radar, doesn't he?
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