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Wings didn

t move except to get his hands up.

“I’ll kill your little bitch boyfriends,” Shortie said, looking back to Mrs. Deneaux.


See if I care,

Deneaux
said coolly.


Are you for real?

Shortie asked.


Help me
, Shortie,

Wings said as his sweat began to come in contact with the barrel of the
pistol
.


Yes
,
help him
, Shortie,

Deneaux
said.

This gun is getting dreadfully heavy. Maybe if I just shot a round it would be that much lighter.


No, no, no,

Wings stuttered.

Shortie pulled the hammer back on his 9 mm.

I ain

t fucking around
,
bitch, get that piece off my boy

s head or I

ll kill this white boy.


I also
ain

t
fucking around
, homeboy.

Mrs.
Deneaux
smiled, it was difficult
to
tell if she was making fun of Shortie or truly did
not know the appropriate slang;
the former seemed more in her character.

Shoot him, he

s the brother of the idiot that

s wa
nted me dead for the last month.
How
much do you think I

m going to miss him?


Yo
,
this bitch is crazy!

Shortie said to the world, Gary nodded in agreement.


But before you do shoot him, I just want you to know, I will kill, what was your name? Wings...how quaint.
Gary will not have hit the ground by the time I put one in your friends head.


Is this bitch for real?

Shortie asked BT.


Unfortunately she is,

BT said.

Let us get our gas and we

ll get out of here.


I can

t now,

Shortie said.

You

ve made me look bad. Blood has to spill here.

Shortie was covered in brain matter before he heard the report. Gary pushed up on Shortie

s arm and grabbed the pistol as Mrs.
Deneaux
leveled her revolver on Shortie.


Oops,

s
he said
,
bringing her free hand to her mouth.

I told you it was getting heavy.

Shortie was shaking with fear and rage.

You don

t know who you just fucked with!

BT stood up.

What the fuck did you do that for
,
woman?

h
e asked.


As much as I think Gary is a twit, I do believe he will play a pivotal role in ensuring my safety. Wings was an impediment.


What now?

BT asked.


We kill him,

Mrs.
Deneaux
said evenly.


Yo
,
I didn

t do nothing. You can

t just kill me
.


You did
nothing
because we d
id not allow you to do anything,

Mrs.
Deneaux
said.

Otherwise
,
I think that you would have done just as you pleased.


We can

t just shoot him,

BT said.


Sure we can. What do you think will happen if we let him go? He
will
just go quietly into the night
,
thankful f
or the lesson we taught him? No…
either he

ll follow us and we

ll have to deal with him later after maybe he gets a lucky shot off and kills one of us
,
or this thug has like-minded idiots that will pursue us and finish what they tried.


She

s right,

Gary said.


Don

t listen to the crazy bitch,

Shortie said.

We was just trying to bust your balls, see if we could get some food or something.


Self-defense is one thing, but this is cold-blooded murder,

BT said.
Although,
it could be argued that Wing

s death was cold-
blooded also.

I won

t allow you to shoot him.


Allow? It seems that I have t
he gun and I can do as I please,

Mrs.
Deneaux
said.

BT stepped in front of her barrel.

Am I just another impediment?

BT asked, looking down at the woman
who
appeared to be calculating her risk factors if she just planted him in the ground also. She finally withdrew her gun.


You

re almost as big a twit as Gary,

s
he said. BT relaxed.


Gary
, keep an eye on him.
We’ll let him go
when we get our
car filled up,

BT said.

Gary had Shortie sit up against the Camry as BT made a couple of trips with
gas.


Nice ride,

Shortie said sarcastically.

Me and my boys are going to hunt you down for killing Wings.

Gary paled.

You left us no choice.


I

m go
ing to kill you with a knife,

Shortie said looking up at Gary.

One stab t
o the guts,
then I

m going to twist the blade back and forth.

Gary sub
consciously placed his left hand over his stomach. Shortie smiled sickly.


Oh this is ridiculous,

Mrs.
Deneaux
huffed
as her shot broke the silence of the day. The round caught Shortie high in the neck.


What the fuck are you d
oing?

BT said
,
dropping the gas container and coming back to Shortie who now had both hands pressed up against his
spewing wound
.


Bad shot. I should get my eyes checked. You

ll die soon enough,

She said to Shortie.

Bleeding out is a relatively easy way to go. Don

t worry the panic flows away with the blood.

She smiled.

BT physically removed her from her spot.

Why?

h
e screamed.


Becaus
e it was the right thing to do,

s
he replied as he set her down.


We

ve got to get out of here
,

BT said looking around.


They

re dead
. W
hat

s the rush?

Mrs.
Deneaux
asked as she opened her cylinder to drop the two expended cartridges and replace them.


Th
ey were gang bangers,

BT said.

And either they

ll eventually come
looking for these two
,
or zombies will smell the meat.


Fair enough,

Mrs.
Deneaux
said as she headed over to the Pinto.


Do you want to get more gas?

Gary asked, still looking as if he was trying to process all that had just transpired in the last few moments.


No…
well
, yes…but not here.
We
need to get gone. Last time I checked
,
we had a good solid half a tank that should
get us far away from this place,

BT said
,
heading over to the car.


She

s a stone cold killer
, BT,

Gary said
,
looking straight into BT

s eyes.

She showed absolutely no
emotion when she killed Shortie.
I mean
,
not that he wasn

t an asshole and probably deserved it for something he had done
, but shit…
she might as well have been pulling lint from her belly button.


To have a b
elly
button would mean she was human.
I

m not quite convinced of that. Let

s get out of here
,
but we need to keep an eye on her.
She
wasn

t
lying
when she
said she
would kill wh
atever threatened her existence…
and that includes you and me.


And probably, Brian and Paul,

Gary added.


Probably, the devil we know
..
.

BT said.


I

d rather deal with the one we don

t know.

After a sluggish churning of the starter, the c
ar caught and purred like a one-
lunged kitty. The smoke hadn

t cleared from the group

s departure when a
gang
of men came upon the bodies of their two fallen comrades.


Get the bikes,

t
he leader said as his long
,
black leather jacket flapped in the
light
breeze.


Cyrus
,
you know the noise from the bikes draws the zombies.

Cyrus merely looked over at his second in command.


I

ll be right back,

he answered.

 

CHAPTER E
I
GHT

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