Chapter 9: Molotov
Rated: T
Warnings: Violence, language
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, including a mind
A/N: Very very sorry for the super late update again, it was unavoidable I'm afraid. Do you want the good news or the bad news? I'll start with the good news, because that's actually the only news I've got. I have 10 more chapters, ready to post! They will all be up soon.
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As soon as the harsh morning light peeked over the horizon line, we were out of the factory. Today, we would clear the street to the right and look for salvageable things in the houses.
The wind was freezing. The tip of my nose and the tips of my fingers were red and blue and numb. The street to our right was riddled with dead people, with more inside of the houses and alleys. We crouched behind the barrier we had made, devising a plan.
"Okay. This one is the worst. We need to get this street down before the others, otherwise there is more of a risk of them hearing and breaking through. They're in the alleys, so we're going to need a way to lure them out and take them. Their bodies are deteriorating, so the older corpses are blind I believe. The new ones still have their sight intact though, and are drawn to movement." Jackson said.
"I have an idea.' I said.
"Yes?" Jackson looked at me.
"Okay. So, first thing's first. We get a box, fill it with loud things. Throw it on over into the middle of the street. That will lure them out of the alleys, and also draw the rest into the center so they aren't that spread out. Then, we take them out with molotovs. We need glass bottles, fuel and rags. We can use those two cars there, get the tank out and empty the fuel into the glass bottles. Soak the rag in fuel, shove it in, and just let them have it."
"There aren't any glass bottles around here though." Daniel said.
"I know. The houses will have some. The street to our left doesn't have a lot. So we sneak into that first house, get the bottles, then come back. Briley and I will go, Spencer will cover us. Daniel and Jackson, collect things and put them in a box. I'll see if I can find any plates to put in there too."
"Ember, I gotta say, that's a good plan. And here I was under the impression you were completely and utterly useless."
I rolled my eyes. "Let's go."
Briley, Spencer and I jogged over to the left side, pushing away piles of wood and debris to clear a space to that we could crawl under the car and out to the other side. Spencer followed us. I saw two up the road, but they hadn't seen us. We kept low and quiet, and eventually made it to the house. The door was locked, but the window to the side was partially open. Spencer pried it open and we each squeezed through and into a dusty bedroom. The rest of the house was silent, so I assumed we were safe. We went straight to the kitchen, opened up the fridge. The smell hit me and I felt a wave of revulsion rising up my throat. There were two glass bottles of rotting orange juice. I took those and emptied them out into the sink. My first instinct was to rinse it out with the tap, before I realised we had no water. No biggie. I got a stack of plates from the cupboard, and shoved them into Briley's backpack.
"Only two. Do you think we'll need more?"
"Yeah. Hold on." I went over to the trash bin, and pulled out another glass bottle. "Sweet."
"Hey… guys.." I heard Spencer say, and spun around to face him. He held up three bottles of tequila. A slow grin that matched his spread across my face.
"Nice."
"You guys." Briley rolled her eyes, and walked off to wander the house.
"This place is nice." She called, and began climbing the stairs. After a while, she called out. "Oooh! Ember!"
"What?" I yelled, already running for the stairs followed quickly by Spencer. "Briley?"
We found her in one of the rooms, staring delightedly into a closet. The room was full of pink.
"Clothes! I need clothes. These don't fit me." She pulled at the neck of her top. "Look how pretty they are."
I peered in. It was full of summery dresses and floral prints. I rolled my eyes. "Got any jeans in there? Non floral shirts?"
She chucked me two pairs of jeans, and three shirts. Blue, white and black. "Thanks. let's get out of here, just shove it all into your backpack quick. Grab some shoes too, fitting shoes are important."
She did as I said, then we headed back out the window again. I was immediately alerted by footsteps.
"Fuck." I hissed. It was facing us, but it wasn't running or anything. I don't think it knew we were there. Must be an oldie. I held up a finger to my mouth, and we very very quietly and slowly made our way back to the barrier. We squeezed through, and replaced the wood and debris so nothing would sneak under.
Jackson and Daniel already had a box of shit waiting for us, and were working on getting the gas tanks out of the car. They had one, and were working on the second one.
"We found three bottles. Is that tank there empty or full?" I asked.
"Pretty full." Jackson replied.
"We'll only need that one then, forget about the second."
I got a rag from the ground, ripped it into strips and began to show everyone how to craft a molotov. We threw the plates into the box. Once all three were ready, I got Jackson and Daniel to climb on top of the car and throw it into the middle of the street. They jumped down quickly, returning to a crouch. We peered through a hole in the barrier, watching them come swarming to the loud crash. I counted 14.
"Ready?" I asked, voice low. The rest nodded. I held up my molotov, struck a match, lit it and threw it at the group that was assembling in the centre of the road. There was a smash, and then the fire ripped loose. Daniel went next, intensifying the flames. Jackson threw the last one. Most of them were dead, except four. We finished those off with our guns.
We jumped over the barrier and surveyed the area, finishing off any stragglers that were left behind. We built up another barrier at the end of the street, in the alleys, and checked the houses before heading back to the factory by the time the sun was setting.
A huge, warm meal of some sort of roasted meat was waiting for us back at the factory, along with Wonka. He slipped off his spotted oven-mitts as we walked through the door, greeting us with a painted-on grin.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in! I figured you all would be dead tired from all that flame-throwing ya did back there, so I took the liberty of making you all dinner! Heh."
"You saw from the window?" Briley asked, eyeing up the meal, practically drooling.
"Mhmm. You guys are goshdarn brutal, but I love it." He giggled. "Right! Help yerselves."
