Chapter 10
Coming to some time later I had no ideal what time it was. Looking around I was laying down at the feet of the dead guy and the dog curled up next to me sound asleep on my other side. Rolling over and sitting up I peered around at my surroundings. Evey thing was quite not even the chirps of birds. As I got to my feet the dog awoke and jumped to his feet and started to sniff around the small clearing we were in. If you could call it a clearing. It was a open space of about ten by ten.
Remembering the gun I looked around for it and found it in some roots of a tree on the edge of the clearing. I checked to see how many more rounds I had and discovered I had none. I pulled my arm back intending to throw it away when I stopped thinking that I better hold on to it in case I find some more rounds. Stuffing it back in the back of my pants I turned back to the corpse.
Its was some Hispanic guy in his twenty's I thought. Other then the hole in between his eyes and the dog bites on his arm he didn't see to fucked up. I didn't see any other wounds on his body. Thinking that was weired. Don't you need to be bitten by a zombie to become one. Kneeling down I started to check his body a little more closely. I didn't see anything unusual other then his dick was hanging out of his unzipped pants. And his face other then the hole in his forehead his cheeks were swollen. I saw this before. A little shaky I Lifted his upper lip to expose his teeth I had no doubt that I just killed a living man. I came up on him when he was taking a piss. It wasn't a sneer he gave me it was him trying to talk with his mouth wired shut. He had a broken jaw.
I fell back on my butt and just stared at him. A murder. That was what I was. If I knew I wouldn't have done it but a I didn't know and I did. What to do? What to do? Sitting there looking at the body I thought I could turn myself in. Then I remembered the situation I was in. All the police were probably to busy to worry about an accidental shooting. I could bury it and act as if nothing happen? I sat there and tried wrapping my arms around my knees, but because of my large midsection my arms wouldn't reach around enough to grab each other. So I grabbed my knees instead rocking back and forth.
I sat there for about a half an hour before I decided that once all this was over I would turn myself in. As for now I needed to get to the hospital and my wife. As I got up and started to head to the hospital the dog came trotting up to me. He had a look like he just heard the funnies joke in the world and that the joke was me.
We slowly made our way through the bushes in the direction of the hospital. About a hundred feet later we stumbled into a dirt road parking place. At first I wanted to go back and stay in the woods but noticed a city parks and recreation truck parked there. Looking around I walked up to the truck and peeked inside. There was nobody in it or around it. I smiled and opened the door to check for the keys. There were none. With a frown I debating were the driver was I noticed that a city name badge was hanging from the mirror. Taking a hold of it I turned to look at the picture. On the top of it it said Juan Garcia and under that was a pitcher of the the guy I shot.