Chet & Floyd vs. The Apocalypse: Volume 1 by Hunter Justin

Author:Hunter, Justin [Hunter, Justin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2013-09-25T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 25

Floyd decided to drive since Chet was so distraught over losing Stacey. They drove down the street in the direction Chet indicated the man went.

They were lucky to find some abandoned vehicles they could siphon gas from. Pickings were getting pretty slim, and soon enough gas would become pretty scarce.

Floyd knew there was little chance of finding them but didn’t want to tell that to Chet in his current state.

They scanned the homes and alleys for any sign of life. There were no lights or fires. No noise was heard, but that didn’t mean much. The Volkswagen did run a little loud.

Floyd drove for the better part of an hour. He was about to break the news to Chet about calling off their search when a brick smashed the windshield.

Men poured out of alleys towards the car on all sides. Chet leaned out the passenger side window.

“We found you!” Chet yelled. “Unhand my beloved!” A brick hit him in the side of the head and knocked him unconscious.

Floyd pulled Chet’s torso back into the car. He slammed the car into first and hit the gas. It would have been a great move except his timing was off, and the car lurched forward, stalled, then died completely.

Bricks smashed the car on all sides. Some came in the passenger window, bouncing off of Chet’s limp body. The car was destroyed within moments. The driver door was ripped off the side, and Floyd was torn from his seat and beaten bloody in the middle of the street. Before blackness closed in, he saw Chet’s girlfriend Stacey standing with the others.

Floyd woke up tied securely to a chair across from Chet. Chet had regained consciousness and was working his bonds in a frenzy.

“No ropes can hold the mighty Chet!” He screamed as he struggled and swore. His jerking tipped the chair he was tied to over, and he thumped to the ground. His head hit the floor, and again he was out cold.

Floyd took this opportunity to look around the room. There were no windows and the floor was hard packed earth. There were a couple candles burning, which gave off the room’s only light. He was in a cellar for sure. He tried his own bonds and found them almost too tight to move.

He heard a loud bang from behind him, and a stream of light flashed across the floor. The noise roused Chet, who cursed from the floor and kicked his feet forward at some unseen enemy.

“How are you doing down here?” a man’s voice said.

He put a hand on Floyd’s shoulder. Floyd toyed with the idea of biting him. “Good to see your friend is a man of spirit. He’s going to be needing that shortly.”

The man stepped behind Chet. He was larger than the both of them. His arms rippled with muscle. He was just as dirty and disheveled as everyone else was these days, but his muscle indicated that although he was dirty, he was well fed.

He picked up Chet, chair and all, and set him upright.

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