Southern Zombies 4: Southern Revenge by Ann Riley

Author:Ann Riley [Riley, Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-04-04T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

“You know this means war for them?” I ask Marc.

“Yeah, I figured.” He says.

“I am going to walk out by the woods and see if we killed anyone. I heard a few rounds hit home out there.” Marc says.

I nod.

“Take Bobby and Mitchell with you.” I tell him.

He nods.

Kelley, Diane and Tammy are in the infirmary with Trey. Tammy is going to sew his wound up and Trey whines.

“I haven’t even touched you yet boy.” Tammy tells him.

“Aunt Tammy, it hurts.” Trey says.

Tammy pulls her syringe out, pushes Trey to the side and plunges the needle in him.

“Damn that hurt.” He yells.

“Not in a minute it won’t.” Tammy says with a snort.

A few minutes later, Trey is laughing, snorting and slurring words. High on Demerol and not whining now.

I walk back outside and look around for Marc and Bobby. I head toward the barn as they said they were going to the edge of the woods. As I near the barn, I see a head poke around from the side. Now what, or who, the hell is this, I think to myself.

I pull my knife out and get ready for an attack. Suddenly, a man comes running full on from the side of the barn, knife in the air, looking me dead in the eyes.

He is far enough away that I don’t have to be in a hurry, so an errant thought runs through my mind.

I place my feet apart and get ready for the impact. Right as this idiot gets closer to me, I run at him and hit him with a Ryback meat hook. Now, to know what that is, you have to be a WWE fan. So I will explain for those of you who aren’t. It’s a running clothes line with your arm outstretched to the side. I knew me being a WWE fan would pay off at some point. I would have liked to get a Roman Reigns superman punch in on him, but I may have botched that up, so I stuck with the meat hook. And he hit the ground. Hard. I heard the air leave his lungs. I walked over and kicked him to dispel any lingering air he may have. I know, I know. I am an evil bitch. But I’m sure he had evil intent on his mind. Fuck him.

Marc and Bobby come walking over to me with Mitchell in tow.

“Well, I see you are getting to know our new friends.” Bobby says.

“WWE, huh?” Marc says.

“Fuck y’all.” I say to both of them.

They start laughing.

Asses.

Marc walks over and grabs the intruder by his shirt collar and stands him up. He is still gasping for air, but is looking at us wide eyed.

“Just what in the hell are you doing?” Marc asks him.

He can’t speak as he still has limited oxygen in his lungs. We all stand there waiting for him to reply. And he does. With the universal sign for fuck you. Marc grabs his finger and tells him he will break that bitch off if he doesn’t start talking.

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