The worst part about the war? My kids can't go into a body of water without being afraid. You can't take a stroll in the woods, even today when we're mopping up, without being afraid. Hell, that's the worst part. - Janie Marshall
It wasn't that I was afraid...
I mean, me, afraid? Nah! Not good ol' Sheen, Ultralord wonder! I was always Jimmy's stupid muscle, (even if I wasn't strong) always the guy who was supposed to just listen to Jimmy. But now Jimmy was scared and I... I realized how much I needed the Jimster. How much we all needed him- for inventions, for fun, for saving our sorry asses- and I began to lose hope.
The truck had hummed to a stop in some backwards little road typical of a small town whose buildings are pulled out of some, like, Marlon Brando movie or something. There aren't many woods in Texas, -from what I was told, it's notoriously flat- but where they are, man...God, I can't even describe it. If I may use a quote from an old favorite: "This place is fuller then a Karkkliddian Battle Cruiser!"
Heh.
"Neutron! Pull one of your stupid brainblasts or something!"
We were all thinking that, naturally. Cindy just had to haul off and say it. Y'know... Don't say I told her, but I don't like that chica very much.
"You don't understand! I can't, okay? This car runs on fossil fuel! It takes millions of years naturally, and twenty minutes if I happened to have the entirety of my lab here..."
Such a happy couple, I know- But I was more concerned with the zombies moving around in the forest. I don't know, I've got this sense. A Zixth Sense, if you well. Heh. Get it? Z for zombie? Um, ya, anyways, they were here. Let me explain the kind of zombie we were seeing: They weren't fast or anything, but they weren't exactly slow either. Like a walking pace, almost. The rest is left up to your imagination... I think they smell like rotten hamburger, though, so take that as you will.
A few burst from the shade, grabbing for Libby who had her back turned. A quick head shot toppled the dude and Libby limped to my side.
"Sorry to interrupt," I said, "But we have to hoove it out of here!"
Damn, I'm good as they get.