“It looks like the gym was close to the cafeteria,” Devon panted. “See there’s a loading dock there—hey look, it’s open.”
“Yeah and also surrounded by undead,” Emily yelled, over the constant gunfire the pair produced. “Oh gross, he has a bunch chained to the sides of the loading docks, It’s going to be a bitch getting in there.”
“Good point. We outdistanced most of the ones following us. Why don’t you sharp shooter those eternal guards of his, while I watch your back.” Even as he spoke, Devon literally put their backs together while he took pot shots as the Walkers slowly stumbling up from the center of San Miguel.
A minute passed.
“The dock is clear,” Emily said. “That’s the good news.” She turned to make sure they had eye contact. “The bad news is I’m almost spent. Zombie boy better have some kind of weapons cash or we’re in serious trouble.”
Devon said nothing and started to jog toward the loading dock. Emily quickly followed. A few stray zombies blocked their paths, but since Haeds had all but emptied the town when he sent San Miguel’s zombies at Devon’s ranch, these were not enough to stop the pair, but before they made it to the gym, Devon had run out of ammo for his colt. He tucked it into his backpack with a curse. Letting his desert eagle lead the way, he entered the Gym.
The place was beyond foul. It had a sink that could never be removed. They had seen the town’s undead pour out of here a week ago and there was no doubt in Devon’s mind that Haeds must have kept them stored in here somehow. But how he did it, only became another mystery to add to the many, when it came to anything involving Haeds.
Again a few zombies lingered. But Devon hardly noticed them as they began to lumber toward him. “Do you see that?”
“A ladder leading up to that score booth, yeah.”
“I have a feeling, what we are looking for might be up there.”
Behind them the town’s remaining Walkers were slowly catching up to them.
“I sure as fuck hope so,” she said, “because if we get trapped up there without any ammo, I’m shooting you first.”
* * *
A string of curses constantly erupted from his lips, as Spencer stepped through the courtyard of the ranch. All around him the people that Devon had rescued from the Ripper jail, were packing their things and loading them into the various vehicles they had acquired.
“All this work for nothing. These people are just going to run off and get themselves killed,” he grumbled. “Oh no,” he said, while making wild gestures with his hands, “four hundred zombies are coming this way. What the hell do you think you are going to find out there,” he yelled at a group of three who were loading an SUV, “forty thousand?”
As he walked, he noticed that punk kid that tagged around with Brown. He was leaning against the side of a shack breaking cigarette butts so that the dog ends of the smokes fell into a wrinkled rolling paper. His faded blue Mohawk bounced in the wind and matched the aqua blue lens of the goggles he always wore.
“What up, dude, why aren’t you running scared like the rest of your jail bait buddies?”
“Because I have aspirations.”
Spencer made a face. “Aspirations huh, I might be interested in hearing what those would be, but I forget your name.”
“Just call me Wart. And you are Spencer, and don’t get all higher than mighty, you were in the jail too.”
“It’s Spike, call me Spike. And yeah for like an hour.” He paused. “Is Brown in there?”
“Yeah, he asked me to keep everyone out.”
“But that doesn’t mean me.”
Wart was saved from having to answer, when Kimberly rushed up to them. Spencer didn’t have any trouble remembering her name.
“Have you seen Devon?”
“Huh, where have you been? I haven’t seen him or my sister for almost a flippin day. Best guess they are on the other side of Haeds’ cute little zombie army.”
Her petite face stayed etched in concern. “I’ve been taking care of that woman, Ann, that you rescued. She has been abused so horribly.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Damn, I hate that freak, Haeds. I wish I could just kill him.”
Her large eyes stared at him, then she finally said, “I was taking care of her and then the doctor and were told we are all leaving.”
He crossed his arms. “I’m not leaving. Not without Devon and my sis anyway.”
Wart lit his recycled smoke and it smelled like burning hair. “I’m not leaving unless Brown is.”
“Does this have to do with your aspirations?”
“This is all crazy. We have to wait for Devon. Isn’t he the leader here?” she said
“That’s what I’ve always thought. Every person here, even the new girl owes him their life and now when he might be in trouble, we’re supposed to run just because four hundred Walkers are headed this way. Devon is trying to build something. Make the world a better place and all these people want to just blow it off.”
“Not all of them,” Mel said from behind him. Flitch stood beside his friend as skinny as the other man was stocky. “I figured I’d start handing out ammo over here before those others try to lay any claim on it.”
Spencer smiled. “I’m starting to like you guys more every day. But could you do me one favor, I really want to get Rollie out here, we need to have a serious discussion with the more enlightened members of our little ranch. Now please open this door. We need to find out what the hell Brown is doing in there.”