Among The Living | Book 2 | Among The Dead by Long Timothy W

Author:Long, Timothy W. [Long, Timothy W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Published: 2021-08-15T04:00:00+00:00

Thirty

Lester

If Lester had somehow brought his AR-15, he was pretty sure he would have turned it on Grinder and then himself.

“What the hell? Can you push it open?” Their voices echoed in the tiny space. To Lester’s drug-addled mind, it sounded like he was talking into a cup through the straw.

The lid lifted a few inches, then stopped. A small sliver of daylight filtered in. Lester swore the stench of the place caused the beam of light to waver as if it had passed through steam.

“Damn thing is stuck.” Grinder banged against it again.

“Shhh!”

“What do you mean shhh? You wanna be stuck in here all day? They’re gonna find us dead from the smell.”

“No one’s going to find us. Just shut up. Why the fuck is it so wet in here?”

“‘Cause you’re sweating like a damn pig, and so am I. Oh fucking hell, we are so fucking fucked.” Grinder hit the lid again.

“Really? It’s sweat and not cat piss or something like that?”

“Yeah, man. I feel like I’m in a sauna. Same thing I did there, I’m doing here. Breathing through my mouth, man. I bet I smell like a homeless dick, but not in here. In here, the stench just kind of mingles.”

Lester giggled. He had a sudden vision of buckets of sweat getting dressed up and hanging out in a huge room filled with hot girls who wanted to meet them. It was a candlelight affair, and everyone had to drink expensive wine.

“What’s so funny?”

“The sweat drinking wine.” Then Lester laughed out loud and banged his hand against the side of the trash container.

“I thought you wanted to be quiet. Now you’re acting all crazy and shit. Dude!”

“Dude. See, they dress up in tuxedoes, and they party. Like buckets of the shit, right? When they get going, the sweat flies everywhere. The buckets don’t sweat ‘cause that’s not in the cards for the buckets. The buckets hold the sweat. Get it?”

Lester went into a fit of laughter and kicked his leg up and then down into something that squished. That sobered him up right away.

“Dude. If you roll over on all fours and I get on your back, I can push the lid open. Can you do that?”

“The hell do you mean get on all fours? I ain’t into that kinda shit. And even if I was, in here?”

“Oh for fuck’s sake. If I just get some leverage, I know I can get the door open. Come on, Les!”

“Angela called me Les. Not you, buckaroo! Not you!” Lester screamed at the side of the container and bashed his hand against it again. He sucked in air like it was going out of style and immediately regretted it.

“Stop! You’re gonna attract half the deaders in the city. They’ll surround us, and we’ll die in here. Just you and me, bud. Covered in filth and fucking shit. We won’t die from starvation, though. Know what we’re going to die of?”

“Huh?”

“We’re gonna die of me killing you and then myself!”

“Do you have any weed, man?” Les asked after the tiny space had been quiet for a few moments.

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