MZS: D. C. (Metropolitan Zombie Survivors Book 4) by McAdams K. D

Author:McAdams, K. D. [McAdams, K. D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Caveman Worldwide
Published: 2014-11-13T18:30:00+00:00

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Chapter 7

I’m ready to quit.

Let’s just leave the Humvee and go off for a nice quiet walk. When the undead attack, I’m not going to fight back. They can eat me; I just hope it’s quick.

Why is McLean stopping the Humvee?

Terri is still moaning and crying in her seat. I don’t understand what the hell is wrong with her but it’s not just woman shit. She is a totally messed-up individual and I’m not sure if she thinks she’s dealing with her issues, because she’s not, they’re dominating her.

The guys are all silent in the back of the rig. We feel whatever it is too, but tears aren’t coming for us.

“Give me your gun,” I order Parker.

He hands his gun over without argument. I can tell from the look on his face that this was the first time he’s ever killed. And not only was it a kill, it was a living human. The same should be true for Cupcake and it is for me as well. Though I don’t know if the guy I stabbed is dead or just badly injured.

I have no experience with firearms. They don’t seem like complex tools, though. Instead of letting myself be intimidated by it, I approach the thing with confidence.

The trigger is what makes it fire and I can be aggressive with it as long as I avoid that area. After pressing various circles and sliding the slide back, I find a button on the side. From the bottom of the handle pops a magazine, and I easily pull it out.

There are nine bullets inside, and I can see where they slide out at the top. Pushing a bullet out is more difficult than I expect and requires substantial force from my soft thumb. Doing it the way I’ve seen in the movies, I slide the top bullet out and into my waiting palm, repeating the process six more times.

I hand individual bullets around the cab. Each person gets one, except Todd, who is up in the turret.

“If you’re the last person left, this bullet is to use on yourself. If the movies are right, put the gun in your mouth and pull the trigger. Seems to make more sense than the classic temple shot,” I explain.

“Will the bullet work in any gun?” Parker asks me.

Silence.

The two gun terms I know are “nine millimeter” and “magnum.”

“It should work in most of the handguns we would find these days. These are nine-millimeter rounds, and most modern cop weapons use them. If the gun looks old or the bullet doesn’t fit, it probably won’t work,” Cupcake speaks up.

Cupcake was supposed to be cut out for this shit, though I realize that was Tucker’s claim and not Cupcake’s. He knows about hunting and survival. We have the Humvee because Cupcake learned how to hotwire cars in case of a disaster. Now, when we’re falling apart, he’s cowering in the back of the truck, dripping out details that will help us commit suicide.

“Is this what you hunted with?” I ask him.

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