Author's Notes: To be honest I actually had this chapter written about the same time as my last chapter all those months ago. Not really sure why I never posted it. Oh well, sorry about the wait and enjoy.
We're Gonna Get Those Bastards Chapter 13
"Ow that smarts!" howled Hunter as Smoker travelled the stitching through his friend's legs in a monotonous pace, inside the very safehouse the survivors had laughed their asses off just about an hour ago.
"Quit your bitching, I didn't hear you cry this much when they were severed, or when your 'girlfriend' tore your arm off when we first met her." Witch blushed from her place leaning against the safehouse wall, and glared daggers at Smoker who paid her no mind.
Smoker visibly tensed as Spitter approached him, seemingly admiring his handiwork, "My my, I love a man who knows how to help a pal" he cooed and both gasped as Boomer pushed his way into Smoker's position and took up the sewing needle, "I can help a friend just as good as he can" he growled in a tone that was usually unlike him and plunged the needle deeply into Hunter's thigh.
Hunter gritted his sharp teeth in silent pain as Smoker attempted to push Boomer out of the way, "What the hell are you doing? Get out of the way before you jab an artery" he barked at his friend, but when the chubby grump refused to move Smoker quickly grabbed another needle and thread from the nearby medikit and went to work as well.
"Boys boys theres no need to fight over little o'l me" Spitter cried out dramatically and Hunter could only observe in fright as the two fought for control, crisscrossing needles multiple times in order to overshadow one another, one of them fighting for love and the other fighting for superiority, poor Hunter caught in the crossfire as the final threads were knotted and the two stepped back, "Done!" they yelled in unison.
Hunter struggled to push himself off of the blood-stained cot and as his feet touched the ground he immediatley realized he couldn't pulls his legs apart. Hopping around pathetically he glanced over at his so-called friends, "Gee...thanks guys" he attempted to offer in genuine thanks before falling to the ground face first.
Outside Jockey sat on Charger's shoulder, a somewhat bored expression on his ugly face as he watched Charger throw a ball to Tank, who would happily retrive it and begin the cycle again.
"Them cityfolk ain't as fun as I thought they be" Charger muttered, and Jockey grunted in disappointing agreement, "Yeah, they didn't exactly pass ar' test wit' flyin colors either. Maybe we should just axe em'." With a sigh Jockey shook his head, "Nah, they may be Yanks but they're still our own kin. We just need ta get them outta Savannah before they accidentally chop our legs off too."
Not wanting to take any chances Charger threw the ball extra far so that Tank was out of earshot, "Well why'd they all leave the north to begin wit'?" Jockey snapped a finger, "Thats it, the northern survivors! If we can force them cityslickers back to their fancy mansions our northern counterparts will glady wanna leave!"
Charger shrugged, "Don'know Jock, seems like a lotta work. Maybe we should just see if they wisen up a lil'." Suddenly the safehouse door burst open as Hunter frantically hopped out with his legs still sewn together before falling to his face once again. In the room behind him Smoker and Boomer both grappled each other, throwing angry fists as Witch and Spitter attempted to break them up.
"...Lets get'em the hell outta here" Charger whispered.
Back on the Savannah highway as the sun began to set Jimmy Gibb's stockcar strolled along at a steady pace, Ellis still in the driver's seat. In the back seat Nick lay on Rochelle's lap as he applied a cool compress on his various skid marks. In the passenger seat Bill iced his injured legs while everyone else walked beside the automobile with guns at the ready...except for Luis who was strapped securely to the hood of the car due to his medicated-induced hallucenations.
Popping open the glove-compartment Ellis grinned as he pulled out a pair of racing sunglasses, "Aww sweet, Jimmy Gibb's shades." Putting the shades on he put one hand on the wheel and his elbow out the window as he gave Zoey a charming smile while she walked beside him.
"Well heeello beautiful, your prettier then a flower in a cow pasture" he cooed, but didn't recieve the response he expected as Zoey shook her head annoyed and continued to ignore the boy.
Ellis pouted, "Hey darlin that ain't no way to treat yer saviors". Zoey subconsciously gripped the shotgun in frustration, "Saviors? If your idea of saving us is flying in like bats outta hell and crippling our oldest member then thanks a bunch ya hick!"
"Your welcome" Ellis chirped in ignorance, giving Zoey a cheeky smile as the college girl growled and quickened her pace ahead of the car. From the passenger seat Bill smirked slightly, "Hmn young love" he muttered silently and closed his eyes to take a quick nap.
Outside the car Francis trotted along next to Coach, "So you were a defensive lineman in college huh?" Francis questioned as the two engaged in somewhat pleasent conversation. Coach nodded, his guard dropping slightly even though they were in hostile territory, "Yep, coulda gone pro if I didn't injure my damn knee."
Francis attempted to stand up straighter and look important even though he was behind Coach's line of sight, "Yeeeep, I was a QB myself-" he began in a slightly cocky tone, "-betcha I coulda gone pro too if it wasn't for that damn conspiracy to get me cut" the burley biker growled and immediately called Coach's full attention, "Reeeally?" Coach asked mesmerized.
"Yeah, Timmy said I pushed him down on the sidelines and called him a 'buttface', next thing I know i'm getting canned. I've never used the word buttface in my life!" Coach raised an eyebrow, "Uh huh...and when was this?" "Kindergarten" "Ah" Coach muttered, his intrest dropping completely.
Suddenly the blood collectivly drained in each of the southern survivor's faces as a wretched howl echoed through the orange sky, "Aww shit!" yelled Ellis as he glanced through the rear-view mirror to discover Charger with Jockey on his shoulder, doing exactly what his named implied as he closed in at full speed, followed closely behind by a moderately-sized zombie horde.
"Sweety get in!" Ellis yelled out to Zoey, grabbing her by the arm and attempted to pull her through the window only to meet with resistance, "What? N-no way, theres no room, we stand and fight!"
As if to prove Ellis's point the tattered frame of a car smashed beside her and Tank stormed onto the highway with all his menacing glory, "Still wanna fight?" Ellis asked the girl sarcastically.
"I-I uh-" she studdered but squealed as Ellis quickly yanked her through the window and onto the young man's lap. Francis and Coach wasted no time jumping onto the sides of the car as Ellis reved the engine. Zoey could see her reflection through Ellis's racing glasses as the boy smirked down at her, "Hold on tight babydoll" he cooed and Zoey couldn't stop herself from emitting an involuntary blush as she felt his breath tickle her forhead.
"Yeehaw!" Ellis shouted as he floored the gas pedal and reveled in the rush of air through the open window as they began to pick up speed. As they reached the 60 MPH mark Tank's sprint was reduced to a trot, and he was happy to know he had done his part as told, however Charger was even more determined as he picked up speed.
Francis gritted his teeth as he attempted to hold onto the door's frame with one hand, and fire his shotgun at the approaching monsters with the other. Firing off another shell the burley biker quickly pumped the gun upwards, expelling the empty shell singlehandedly and took aim once again, however he quickly hugged the car as it passed very close to an overturned bus, "Easy on the throttle kid, your gonna kill me!"
As the sun echoed a deep orange hue in the sky the stock-car blazed down the Georgia highway, however unbeknownst to them at an upcoming exit, Spitter and Boomer awaited the approaching car in anticipation.
"Alright darlin you remember the plan, we gotta make sure they turn off on this exit" Spitter grinned as Boomer attempted to control his blush, "R-r-right" he squeaked out and Spitter couldn't help by giggle, "Your a cute one you are, alright here they come" she stated in a sing-song voice as the duo breathed in deeply and expelled their various internal fluids all over the crippling asphalt.
"Aww shit!" Ellis cried out as he cut the wheel to avoid the liquids and was forced to take an exit that just so happend to lead to the Talmadge memorial bridge leading to Huchinson Island.
"Bingo" Jockey grinned, his yellow teeth glistening in the limited sunlight as Charger passed Spitter and Boomer, following the car down the off-ramp and towards the airport located a few miles away. However his grin turned into confusion as a Boeing B-52 wizzed overhead and out of sight, "The hell is the airforce still doing here?" he asked Charger who merely shrugged as they continued pursuit.
About a mile up the road Witch sat on a bus stop bench beside Hunter and Smoker, absentmindedly filing her claws as Smoker stomped his feet in frustration, "I don't get it, what the hell kind of prank requires us to lead the survivors to this Hutchinson Island?" he whined and Hunter shrugged unintrested, "All I know is that Jockey guy said it would be the 'master prank' or some shit, I don't know" he dismissed his friend's voice of reason and lounged back next to his girlfriend.
After several moments they heard the familiar V8 engine and all stood up to prepare for action, "Ok Smoker you know what to do" Hunter grinned and Witch shuddered as Smoker's long sticky tongue wrapped around herself and her boyfriend.
As the car wizzed by Smoker cast the two onto the hood of the car, but unfortunately as he attempted to unravel himself from the pair he got knotted up on Witch's arm and was forced to come along for the ride, skidding painfully across the pavement.
"Damnit!" shouted Witch as she attempted to pull the tongue off of her, but decided to ignore it for the moment and go back to the plan, which first began with her smashing the windshield, scaring the daylights out of the survivors inside.
"Hey you can't do that to Jimmy's car!" Ellis objected but it fell on deaf ears as Witch grabbed the steering wheel and wrenched it to the right, and Francis and Coach had no choice but to drop their guns onto the road as they clutched the car for dear life.
In the passenger seat Bill cocked back his magnum and aimed it at the pale woman, "Hunter, keep him off me!" she ordered and Hunter began to struggle for control of the gun as the car swirved widly left and right. Fearing she was losing her grip, Witch raised her claw up and shoved it deep into the car's hood.
Back behind the car Charger was able to catch up to the mangled up Smoker as he continued to be violently pulled through the unforgiving streets, "What the hell happend ta you, hahaha!" Jockey cackled unsympathetically as Smoker waved his hands frantically for help. "Relax friend, we just gotta get over the Talmadge bridge overlooking the Savannah river and then we're home free!"
The bridge came into view and revealed a beautiful view of the setting sun as the stock-car began its ascent upwards towards the middle of the bridge. However to the horror of everyone the aformentioned B-52 sped over the bridge and was followed seconds later by a brillant explosion that rocked the bridge's foundation and compeltely obliterated the middle section of the bridge.
As the car shook violently it was unwillingly being sucked into the hole as the car began its descent towards the gaping wreckage in the bridge, much to the despair of the occupants, "Shit, bail!" Francis shouted as he and Coach jumped off the sides, rolling repeatidly to a stop. Nick sat up from Rochelle's lap and the two wasted no time as Nick busted out the back windshield with a crowbar and the two slid off the back, both colliding painfully with the giant spoiler before being tossed like ragdolls onto the bridge's rough surface. In the commotion the binds that kept Luis secured unfastened and he flew off the speeding car with a delighted squeal.
"Witch come on!" Hunter cried as he clutched onto the hood of the car and looked over to his girlfriend with fear, "I can't free my claw!" she shrieked in a panic as she desperatly tried to pull the appendage from the hood. Back inside the car Zoey tried to scramble herself off of Ellis as the boy repeatidly stomped on the break pedal, "Son of a bitch, the witch must of severed the brake line!" he cried out and everyone gasp as they enclosed on the hole.
The world seemed to slow down as Hunter and Witch made eye contact, seemingly for the last time, and Witch gave a sad smile in understanding, "Hunter...go" she whispered and with a tear in his eye Hunter slowly nodded, "I'll always love you."
As the car plunged into the hole Hunter made a desperate leap for safety, passing Smoker midway as he too plunged towards the river below, and as he clutched onto the girders of the decaying bridge Hunter took a final look down at the car containing the damned souls of Zoey, Ellis, Witch, and Smoker.
"No!" a hunter screamed as the sun finally set below the horizion.