Chapter 6

Pontiac and Harvey.

He finally made it to Pontiac. Last night was just as cold as the night before. He parked it in an old barn He had to take a detour around Toledo Oh. The interstate going through Toledo were clogged shut with abandon cars. By the time he made his way around city. It was starting to get dark. He never liked driving at night time before the zombie apocalypse. So now days he hated driving at. Cause it would draw set of eyes out in the darkness towards you And if you decide to stop to get some sleep. Its more than likely you'd wake up to the sound of hungry mouths snapping shut as there hands pounded up the windows of you're car. Or you could break down in the dark and you wouldn't know what was larking in the dark. So he spent the night in a big red barn in the middle of a field off the highway. He slept in his car after locking him self in the barn. He was now driving through downtown following his heart. He came around a corner and saw a large group of zombies swarmed in front of a guns store.

"I think that it." Pontiac asked him self.

"No of course not Pontiac all those zombies over their there for the huge Saturday gun sale today." A voice said from some where from back of his mind.

"So are you going out there or what wussy?" Asked the voice.

"Yeah I'm going some ones got to save them Harvey." Said Pontiac.

"Harvey?" Asked the voice.

"Yeah Harvey. If I have to deal with you and you won't leave me alone. Your getting a name and what's better then Harvey." said Pontiac as he smiled.

"I'm not a six foot tall rabbit and I'm not your friend!" Yelled Harvey at Pontiac.

"Yeah your more like Scorpius clone from Farscape. You'll do or say anything to get what you want and if you could take control you would. But lucky I'm in control Harvey and your trapped back there in my mind." Said Pontiac

"No I refuse to be called that." Hissed Harvey.

"Well to bad. If you don't like it don't talk to me then." Yelled Pontiac.

"Dam it whatever go ahead and get your self killed already." Said Harvey

"O that so sweet of you to say Harvey I knew that deep down you cared and don't worry Harvey I'll be careful. I Promise."

"Fuck you! You no good for nothing asshole! I hate your guts and wish you die!" Screamed Harvey.

"I like you to Harvey. But just as friends." said Pontiac.

He couldn't help but smiled as Harvey flipped out in the back of his mind. He turned up the radio as Fight the good fight by Triumph came on.

"Here we go." He said before took a deep breath and got out of the car. He took off his and throw onto the passenger seat next to his backpack. Out side an unusual melody started to play and then the words started up.

"The days grow shorter and the nights are getting long.

Feels like we're running out of time.

Every day it seems much harder telling' right from wrong".

And then all of a sudden automatic gun fire started over lapping the music that was coming from somewhere out side. Tat tat tat tat tat tat. Cheyenne and Trent watch as couple of the zombies on the edge of the right side window fall to the ground. There blood spattered over the zombies next to them as they collapse. There was more automatic gun fire and several more zombies went down as their heads exploded in crimson red chunks. By now the other zombies turned to face there attacker and as so as they saw him they started to run toward who ever were out side. But before must of the zombies got to far from the store entrances they were mow down by a continues burst of gun Fire. The line of fire streaked a crossed the front of the group of zombies hitting them along the heads and neck. The ones behind them tripped over the newly formed pile of corpses.

"Come-on Cheyenne we gotta go out and help who ever out there." Trent said while holding his hands out for his sister.

She looked up at him nodded and took his hands. Cheyenne got up with the help of her brother and wiped the tears from eyes. They both primed theirs M-4s and ran to the front door. She on did the locks for the door and gate. Before opening the doors to run out and helping who ever was out side? Just as they got outside they say a man with zombies running towards him. He was twirling two four feet long bars all around his body in a flowed motion. Trent and Cheyenne couldn't believe what they saw. It all happens so fast.

He already used three full clips and that was one hundred, fifty around totals. The P ninety was out ammo and there wasn't enough time to reload. He took out a majority of the horde and he only had four ugly's to deal with. So Pontiac left his gun to fall to his side only to be caught by its strap. He then reached his hands up behind his head and went for his fighting bar. He took hold of them and pulled them out of their resting place. He then gave the two bars a twirl around his body in a nonstop fluidic motion. It was like those bars were now an extension of his body. As the first zombie got closer to Pontiac know he was ready for this. He took the bar in his left hand from behind him and brought it around to strike the zombie across it forehead making a satisfying crunch. A string of dark red blood droplets followed the edge of the bar as it swung away from the head. His right hand was up above his head and was now coming down to meet the second zombie head. Its skull collapsed in under the bar sending blood spattering in every direction. The next zombie leaped towards him. He stepped out of the way and brought down his left hand hard onto the zombies neck. There was a loud bone breaking crunch. The zombie hit the ground and skidded away from him never to get up again.

The last zombie met an even more gruesome end. The bar in his right hand came around in upwards slanted motion. Hitting and ripping the zombie's lower jaw off. It went flying throw the air along with Blood and teeth. The zombie spun around. He then took the bar in his left hand above his head downwards Slamming it deep in to the zombie skull. The zombie eyes blow out of its sockets and blood went everywhere.

After Pontiac killed the last zombie He noticed a snapping sound coming from behind him. He walked over to the zombie that skidded along the ground earlier. It was laying face down. Its jaws were snapping wildly and it eyes were looking around trying to find him. He stood there above it looking down at it. Pontiac said under his. "I'm sorry." and then with out warning he brought up his left foot and stumped his foot down hard onto it back of the skull. It s brain exploded out throw its sides of it s skull. He reached his right hand behind for his back pocket and pulled out an faded red hanky. He took the hanky and wiped his face, neck to get any blood or sweat that was on his face. He then looked up and saw a brunette women and younger boy. They were now standing out side in front of the gun store. The women was probably in early twenties and maybe five an haft feet in height. She had long black that fell just below her shoulders. She was wearing a dark brown leather coat it was unzipped. Under her coat she had on a light brown T - shirt. It seemed tight fitting and rather long. The shirt hem fell down two maybe three inches pass her finger tips about haft way down her thigh. Her hands were covered by a pair of lightly tanned cotton gloves. Tight blue jean and a pear of light brown boots fished off her out fit. She was holding an AR fifteen. He knew that beautiful killing interment anywhere. Pontiac then noticed that the boy also had an AR fifteen. The boy Looked to be around four feet tall. His hair was dark brown his hair style was short messy. He was wearing an old weathered dull black leather coat. It looked like it was a little too big for. Pontiac thought the coat most have belonged to the boy father. The coat was open under it he was a white button up shirt and he wearing a green khaki pants along with a pear of two tone black white sneakers.

"Wow other survivors." He thought to him self.

"O come on. She's an hotty". Said Harvey.

"I'm not doing this with you right now Harvey." He thought to him self.

Cheyenne looked all around her. The street was littered with over an hundred corpses all Trailing towards the stranger. He was an tall men maybe six foot something she thought. Then she notice the cherry red music car behind him. The car looked like it could haul ass if it had to. She then led Trent over to the stranger that had just saved their life. As they got close to him. He had long Brown hair. Just long enough for his fingers to disappear as he ran his left hand through his hair. His hair flowed back from his hair line to the back of his head. His eyes were hazel. He had a strong jaw. He looked like he hadn't shaved in a few days. But his warm smiled was what really took her breath away. As she looked at him. Even though she didn't know him she couldn't help but to fill like thing were going to be ok.

"Hi! Thanks for saving us Mister." Cheyenne said with a smile and her left hand reached out.

Pontiac took her hand shock it and then took Trent hand and said.

"Hi there I'm Pontiac."

As he stood there in front of her he couldn't help but notice. That she had the most amazing blue eyes. That he had ever seen before. They seem to grabbed hold of him in some way.

"Wait your calling your self Pontiac? That's not a real name ." Said Trent with an on easy look on his face.

"Trent! He can call him self what ever he want." Cheyenne spoke up.

"No that ok. He right that not my real name. But it is the name I chosen for my self in this new world. The person I was before all this died two weeks ago. So I took the name of the one thing that brought me joy to this life. So when I hear it I can remember all the good times I had before all this. He pointed his right hand down to the closes dead zombie. The way I see it. It'll help me to cope with the stress that comes with this new world. So please call me Pontiac." He said with a smile.

"So when you hear Pontiac. It take you back to a time when thing were right with the world and you were happiest?" Cheyenne asked him.

"Yup." He simply said.

"Ok then you can call me Cheyenne and this is my brother". She then said and paused for her brother to answer.

"Ok I guess that make sense. I'm Trent." He said with a little smile.

"It's nice to meet you both Cheyenne and Trent. Well we should get going to someplace safe." Pontiac said.

"Right cause those things will be heading this way." Cheyenne said.

"Wait Cheyenne we can't leave yet. We still have to go get the stuff we gathered up inside." Trent said.

"Your right. I forgot all about what we were doing here. Pontiac you mind helping use?" Cheyenne asked Pontiac.

"Yeah sure." He said as he slapped a fresh magazine into his P ninety.

They made there way quickly back to the guns store. Once inside Pontiac grabbed both of the bags and headed for the door he waited for Cheyenne and Trent. Pontiac walked out first then Trent and Cheyenne followed him outside. He loaded the bags into the back seat and shut the door. He turned around and asked Cheyenne as she got into their car. "So you guys got a place in mind?"

"Yeah just follow us Pontiac." Said Cheyenne as her and Trent put on their seat belts.

Pontiac walked to his car and sat down in it. He waited for Cheyenne and Trent car to back out and show him to safe haven. He wondered what fond memories their new name brought them as they passed him. As he followed them he wonder if they'd like him and more importantly would they trust him.