Chapter 3
Salone Valonte
Great. This was fantastic. Not only were there zombies, now I'd found a commie. All my life I had been told about the Russians, and now I was staring one in the face. Our first encounters hadn't been that well either. He'd messed up my only transportation, and was now more or less holding me at gunpoint. It was a big gun too. Commie bastard...my position didn't really seem good. He was big himself, muscular and all. Course, I guess it wouldn't matter with the machine gun, but still...he looked like he could put someone in the grave.
However, Nikole was different. She didn't look that bad, although by the way her eyes seemed to say "Try it and die", I more or less figured there wasn't a chance. She was American though, so I suppose that was alright. Just, this Alex person, I didn't like him. Not much I could really do though...but, one thing was for sure: No way in hell was I going to let this chance slip by.
"So, you two have a car or something we can use?"
Alex raised an eyebrow. Apparently, I had been an ass in assuming that we would be a group.
"We? Ez zese a joke?"
"Not really, no. Think about it: You totaled my car, nearly killed me, probably damaged my supplies. Least you could do is let me tag along."
"Tag along? You are meestaken. Vhere do you sink ve are going?"
You know, this guy was kind of smart for a russian. I hadn't even thought about where they might be going. Maybe survival was more of a priority than moving along and trying to find a safe haven. Even if it meant in dangerous places. I tried to come up with a comeback, but he beat me to it.
"Forget it. Ve are going to stay vithin the ceety for tonight. Ve can establish a fortified poseetion within the armory, and stock ourselves veaponry. What supplies do you have?"
"Uhhh...let me check."
I ducked my head back inside the little Metro. Contemplating This Alex person's sudden change of mind, I quickly counted everything, bumping my head as I pulled out.
"Ah, shit...I um...I have some soup cans, Little Debbie cupcakes, Butane lighter, some cooking pans that need to be washed, um...power bars...oh! And a George Foreman grill!"
He laughed. I guess at me. What was wrong with a Foreman?
"I see...here, I vill 'elp you bring everything into ze armory. Later, ve can feegure out what ze hail we our going to do vith ourselves. Neekole?"
Nikole jumped, looking at him. For someone that seemed to have such a fiery attitude, she didn't say much. Matter of fact...I hadn't even heard her speak at all.
"What is it now Alex?"
"Take zese gun, put it back in ze armory. Just stay there, in case more of zose bastards decide to come. I am going to help bring in supplies before eet gets too dark."
She took the gun without a word. It was funny to watch, though. Alex handed it to her casually with one hand, and she had to use both her arms to hold it up. I watched her walk back towards the armory before going around and opening the other car door, picking up my own gun and fitting it partly into my back pocket before gathering things up. Alex pushed his large frame inside, getting all of what I couldn't carry. Hopefully, he wouldn't eat as much as he looked like he would, seeing as how it would have to feed three people for now. Something about Alex though seemed odd. Like different than the initial impression. I guess it didn't matter though. Even though we were from two different places, it seemed like I would have to take my pride and shove it. Besides, we were still fighting the same thing.