Chapter 4
I think I yelled something about having four more payments on my van or something. Ok that wasn't the smartest thing to say, but at the time I wasn't thinking. I mean this was my car. I had been paying both the bills and the insurance for nearly a year. This took a huge chunk out of my paycheck each week and I was really pissed that someone had the sense to go hitting it with a baseball bat. I mean would you be pissed if someone went at your car or prized possession with a baseball bat. I mean come on. The world is being over run by the undead and here are some kids smashing car windows for fun. I mean how wrong is that.
Well anyways they turned around and one of them, apparently their leader, started to wave around a MAC-10 and started to yell about wanting my keys. Apparently they wanted my van, our guns and all of our supplies and my ax. Well that just wasn't a deal that was fine with us. Chris and Ben had joined us outside, but Robbie was gone. Chris had his father's old lever action Winchester and Ben had his shotgun. Robbie had a 1903 Springfield, but he was gone at the moment. So it was 3 vs. 5.
Well the threats went back and forth for a while, and soon it got boring. I was about to let them have it with my ax, when I saw that Robbie had gotten on the roof and had a perfect angle to take out two of lowlifes who were trying to steal my van. I didn't want to reach for my Glock since they didn't know about it. I had it tucked away in the back of my jeans waistband. So they were starting to get as agitated as we were, and that's when Robbie started shooting. He nailed on of them fast and took out the second moments later. I tackled the leader and Chris and Ben started shooting.
I knocked the MAC-10 out of his hand and we started to wrestle for my ax. The Marines had been teaching us some hand to hand combat so that came in handy. I managed to throw this guy off me, but the he got his SMG back. I reached back and grabbed my Glock. Again the Marines had been giving us a good deal of firearms training. Before he could fire, I pulled the trigger and shot him square in the chest. He fell back like it was in slow motion and I knelt there stunned. Shooting a zombie was one thing, but killing a human being was another thing all together. The last two guys ran off.
The guys snapped me out of the trance I was in. I just couldn't stop staring at the body. It wasn't until Chris covered the body with a sheet that he got from the drug store that I finally stopped staring. I just couldn't forget his face. That mixed look of surprise and horror etched in his face. His last cry of "why" that still echoes in my head.
We loaded up the supplies in silence. Robbie and I, well we were both pretty shaken up by this whole experience. I mean we had both just killed people. It's not something you can forget easily. I want to say that this still haunts me and in a way it does, but this was just one of many things that still haunt my nightmares and after a while, it stops bothering you. I sometimes get afraid when that happens.