Chapter five (I mixed the two chapters, sorry!)
Gareth walked to the killing floor. Nick and Barry had butchered most of the presented captives, expect for the redneck that injured Greg. Gareth walked towards the man and pulled of the gag.
"I didn't mean to! I was just afraid what you freaks were doing! I'll join please, let me join you!" the man pleaded.
"Good that you see how things are, but I can't keep you around after what you did to Greg. The moment some one hurts one of my people, he or she is food in my eyes" Gareth replied, calmly.
"Please! I'll do anyhti-" the man started, but Gareth put the gag back on.
"You two, do your job" pointed the leader to the two butchers.
"Yes sir" said Barry, then rose the bat and knocked the captive out. Nick came with the knife and slit his throat.
A little bit later
"How is he?" asked Gareth from Kaylee.
"The bleeding has stopped, I removed the bullet and cleaned the wound. He is alive for now, but the rest is up to him" replied the doctor.
"I want him strapped to the bed and a guard in case he turns" said the leader.
"Really Gareth, isn't that a little bit over the top?" asked Kaylee.
"You want to risk every ones life by not taking precautions? That's how we got fucked up in the first place! Little things that are important and get ignored, will bite you in the ass sooner or later!" Gareth asks her.
"Of… of course not! I just… Never mind, you're right! I'll ask Mike or Tim to keep watch over him" she says.
"Good" replies Gareth and leaves the room. He was angry that some people like Kaylee, Albert, Cynthia and Alex forgot what had happened. The occupation and it's horrors. Most people including him, Mary, Mike and Theresa learned from it and wanted to make sure things like that never happen again.
A few days later
Greg recovered from the wound and was soon back at his job and things started to go back to normal. Normal meant of course normal routine. People joined them or did not, which meant they were dinner. Sometimes they had to herd people and with that send people with the firecrackers out to confuse the dead ones.
One night Joshua was holding watch with Mike and Chuck. Mike was talking to the two other men that they had not hooked up with anyone.
"Seriously you guys, there's 'bout thirty women here and ya can't find one that's good for a one night-stand?" asked he.
"I can't do that Melanie" mumbled Chuck. The man had lost his wife, Melanie and their two young daughters Summer and Kate during the occupation. Chuck had seemed to recover the 'not giving a shit'-phase, but wasn't interested in hooking up with someone.
"Sorry, Chuck, what 'bout you, Josh?" asked Mike Joshua.
"Ehhm…I have developed some interest in Cynthia" mumbled he to the other man.
"Cynth? You'll wanna bang her? I can see that. She's pretty hot" said Mike.
"Mike, you're married and still you see in a woman just her body, can't you see in Josh's eyes that sex is not the only thing he sees in Cynthia?" asked Chuck.
"Chuck, you're always so romantic! Not everyone that hooks up means that they'll be the love story of the year, right Josh?" asked Mike Joshua again.
Joshua just looked down.
"Holy shit! You truly think that way? Damn…" mumbled Mike.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Josh. When I met Melanie, I was felt the same was: couldn't talk about it with others and thought that she would not want to be with me, but look how things worked out: I got wife and two beautiful children" said Chuck.
"Yeah, but I'm 34, Cynthia is at least ten years younger than me. She probably isn't into men my age" Joshua muttered.
"You can only find out by asking her" said Chuck.
The three men continued their watch turn, until they switched with Martin, Preston and Albert.