Scene Four
Weird shit was happening, thought Duo Maxwell as he opened another bottle of beer. First Hilde goes missing, then his only employee, a pizza face 16 year old named Steve doesn't show up for work and then to top it all Howard calls him just fifteen minutes ago saying shit about zombies. Yeah, right, zombies… Maybe the old man was losing his marbles. Duo figured it would have to happen some day, but now? With the moon bright and full and sick people in town and missing folks… it was really a bad time for Howard to go off his rocket.
He settled in front of the TV, not really caring what was on and took a long swig of his beer. It had been a very slow day, just four cars had come for gas which wasn't good for business at all. Duo didn't have much but he loved his gas station and he planned on keeping it for a while.
The bell rang.
Duo frowned. No one used that thing anymore. Folks around here just yelled his name whenever they wanted service and out of towners were a rarity. Little Town was well out of the way of any major highway but occasionally a group of kids would get lost and drive by.
The bell rang again and with a curse Duo stood up and headed for the door. "Coming, coming, don't get your panties in a twist…"
He opened the door… and promptly smashed it shut.
"Well, fucking shit! The old man isn't crazy yet."
Zombies.
There were fucking zombies at the door. Mrs. Carmichael Zombie and little Steve Zombie, with parts of their skins falling off, looking green and smelling dead. Fucking zombies on his front porch.
The bell rang. Fists banged on the door, louder, louder…
Duo shook his head and laughed. "Fucking zombies…" he muttered with disbelief as he moved for the gun cabinet by the kitchen. He put two revolvers in the hem of his pants and grabbed a shotgun.
He smashed the door open and shot. Steve fell down what was left of his head splattered on the floor. "Sorry, Mrs. Carmichael," he said before he shot her too, right in the head.
"Guess the damn movies were right." He aimed at a couple of figures, walking, more like limping, towards him. Jenny Sloan Zombie and Mike Graham Zombie. "Always aim for the head."
Duo shot three more zombies and waited, his shotgun still aimed at the darkened road. Another figure was coming. Duo waited, his finger on the trigger.
"Don't shoot!"
"Why?"
"Because I'm not one of those things."
The guy sounded way too calm to be walking around on a zombie night. Duo waited, anyway and when the figure came closer Duo could see there was no green tint to his skin or falling appendages. Then he noticed that the man appeared to be walking around on his underwear.
"Trying to attract some zombies?"
The man glared.
"Hey, aren't you Trowa Barton? From Live and let Kill, Massacre City and," Duo laughed. "Zombie Lair?"
"Unfortunately."
Duo grinned. "I love your movies!"
A figure leaped towards Trowa. The movie star aimed a gun but nothing happened. The zombie was about to bite Trowa when Duo shot it in the head.
"Is that thing even real?" Duo gestured to the very fake looking gun in Trowa's hand.
"It makes noise," Trowa said, walking towards Duo. "Scared a few of those things."
"Zombies, man," Duo said, gesturing for Trowa to follow him inside. "Here, I'll get you some clothes."
Trowa followed. "And a real gun?"
"Yeah, and a real gun."