A New Death (Savannah's Only Zombie Novel) by Vasquez Josh

Author:Vasquez, Josh [Vasquez, Josh]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-10-02T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

“I said freeze!”

The guy speaking was holding what looked like an AK-47. He looked like a guerilla soldier, as he was wearing a mixture of vintage and grungy-looking clothing. He was short, skinny, and wearing black, thick-framed glasses. His goatee was well manicured. It formed a sinister frame for his crooked smile.

The people behind him were also holding guns. They were a mismatched group. Several were wearing clothes like the little guy, hipsters or art students. Black V-necks and skinny jeans. But two of them were decked out in camo hunting gear. The two of them were holding shotguns and stood on each side of the main guy, like bodyguards. Besides the AK and shotguns, Jeremy counted two hunting rifles, and one rather large handgun. These people were very well armed.

“Hey, hey, we don’t want any trouble,” Jeremy said, holding up both hands in a peace offering.

“Drop the sword then.”

Jeremy was still wearing his machete at the waist. He shook his head at the guy’s wording, but reached for and lowered the machete. Tori began to protest, but Jeremy gave her a reassuring look, and she backed down. He sat the machete on the ground in front of him and looked back at the guy shouting orders.

“Look,” he started again. “We don’t want any trouble. We’re just looking for some gas, or maybe a hose to siphon some gas. We’re not looking for a place to stay or anything else.”

The little guy walked up to Jeremy, giving him the look over. He reeked of clove cigarettes and cheap beer. After circling around Jeremy, he stopped in front of him and looked him in the face.

“My name is Albert. And this is our home.”

The word home caused both him and his friends to giggle. Something was off with them. Jeremy looked back to his friends. Lexx mouthed the word, “Homeless?”

Jeremy shook his head and mouthed back, “Hipsters.”

Lexx grimaced. He hated hipsters.

“We don’t have any gas for you,” Albert continued. “And you can’t siphon any gas. That would be stealing.”

Again the group giggled like school children. If they were trying to make Jeremy feel uneasy, they were succeeding. The whole situation seemed off. Something deeper was going on here.

“We’d like for your friends to give us their weapons now,” Albert said, his voice monotone and calm.

He motioned his rifle towards the others. Tori had her 9mm drawn, finger on the trigger. Lexx was holding the shotgun; Ben his hand on his hatchet.

“We’re not giving you our weapons,” Tori said.

“You don’t really have a choice, do you? We have much more superior firepower than you do. I’m sure your friend’s hatchet there is good for the dead, but it won’t do much against Agatha here.”

Albert held up his AK, bringing it to his lips and planting a kiss on the barrel.

“Agatha? That’s a stupid name,” Lexx mumbled.

“It was my grandmother’s name!” Albert shouted, pointing the gun in Lexx’s direction. His voice changed from shrill shriek to a deep thundering.

“Did I say stupid? I meant that’s a great name.

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