Officer Barcomb vs. The Undead by Darren Barcomb

Author:Darren Barcomb [Barcomb, Darren]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombies
Published: 2017-12-01T05:00:00+00:00

“I don’t need you,” Barcomb said. “We’ll get into that fortress ourselves, make it ours. Your friend, I’m gonna kill him just for associating’ with a son of a bitch like you.”

“Listen,” Dutroux said. “Listen. This guy Torrento. He’s not like me. He’s nothing like me.”

Barcomb started to loosen his grip on Dutroux’s shirt. Dutroux felt himself going back and it scared him.

“No, wait!” Dutroux screamed. He looked down at the ground below and back to Barcomb. “Torrento,” he said, “this guy is a big time motherfucker. You know the Columbian cartel guys? They guys who’ll kill your entire families you even look at them wrong?”

“He’s with the Columbians?”

“No, man! Those guys are the worst motherfuckers on the planet. You fuck with them, you’re gone. You fuck with them, you wish you’d never been born. You wish your wife never been born, your kids, your moms, your dad. The Columbians will ruin your life so hard you wish you never had any of it.” Dutroux closed his eyes. “But even the Columbians,” Dutroux said, opening his eyes again, “are scared of Torrento.”

“Bullshit,” Barcomb said.

“Listen to me,” Dutroux said. “I’d been trying to get this guy’s business for years. You wanna know how I finally got it?”

“I’m listening.”

“Barcomb, I cut off a cop’s head and fuckin’ sent it back to them in the mail. I did that to impress Torrento. That’s what it takes. That’s what he expects. That’s who he is.”

Barcomb pulled Dutroux forward a second to shift his grip. He grabbed Dutroux and held him now just with a hand clenched around his throat.

Ash burst through onto the rooftop, the door banging hard into the wall. She looked up at the bell tower and saw Barcomb and Dutroux. Barcomb looked down and met her eyes. She was scowling, her face wet with tears. Barcomb looked back to Dutroux.

“Listen to me,” Dutroux said, struggling to talk with Barcomb’s hand gripping his throat, and he was as sincere as he’d ever said anything in his entire life, “if you go up against Torrento, that’s it, man. You are going to get your people killed.”

Barcomb shook his head. “I don’t think so.” He smiled at Dutroux and said, “See you later, motherfucker.”

Dutroux’s face fell. He knew he was about to die. He knew it before, but now he could feel it. The knowledge took over his whole body and he slumped. For a second he found his strength. He looked Barcomb right in the eyes and said, “You’re all gonna die.”

Barcomb thrust the knife up into and through Dutroux’s ribs with a satisfying crack.

“Not in your lifetime,” Barcomb said.

Dutroux looked surprised. His mouth dropped open and his eyes went real wide. His hand gripped Barcomb on the forearm. His other hand dropped his empty gun and it fell down to the street below. Barcomb gutted Dutroux, tearing down towards his waist and opening him up. Barcomb threw the knife on the floor, still holding Dutroux by the throat. He took Haws’s grenade from his belt, removed the pin with his teeth, and shoved it inside Dutroux’s open torso.

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