Haeds’ face jerked up, leaving his well of self pity. What the hell’s happening out there? Are they taking off? It sounds like they’re all taking off? “They aren’t just going to leave me here? They can’t be that stupid?”
“Damn it, Spike. Why did you have to act like that?”
“Whatever, Mitch turned out to be a real self-righteous prick. He should’ve listened to reason.”
“I’m not sure flipping Mitch the bird helped in that department.”
Crap, he’s still here.
The door flew open revealing the two fuckers who had kidnapped him. I hate that bastard Brown. That half reatarded hick claimed two of my fingers! He will be made to pay. Perhaps I could hang him upside down and feed him to my family an inch at a time.
Strangely it was the young teen that came at him and struck him in the cheek. “Listen you crazy freak! You need to call those Walkers off. Seriously, call them off now. Send them into the desert or something. March em’ off a cliff.”
It became even odder when Brown came to his aid. “Relax kid. He can’t control zombies any better than us. He’s just immune to their attentions. This guy’s about as supernatural as my last turd.”
“Well then, shit, what’re we going to do?”
“Why, you wished we’d headed off with the others?”
“Noooooooo, I just, hell, I’m not even sure what to do anymore.”
Haeds grinned his way, exposing his bloody teeth. “Maybe you can be slowly eaten by my family.”
“You sick freak,” the teen said, and once again was restrained by the older man. “All of this is your fault. What did we ever do to you anyway?”
“To many things to mention,” Haeds hissed. “For one you came too close. I’m the king of the dead, the lord of the wastes.”
“Damn Haeds,” Brown said, “We just can’t beat the crazy out of you.”
“You can say that about a zillion times,” Spike said, while adjusting the shades he always wore.
“Spike, please do a head count and make sure Ann is okay for me. I got plans for this guy.”
The teen looked at Brown, then Haeds, then back at Brown. “Okay, but don’t be long. This loser’s army is going to be here pretty soon.”
Brown moved his face close to Haeds. “Don’t worry this piece of trash ain’t worth me wasting too much time.”
* * *
Spencer walked into to courtyard just as a huge gust of wind sent the dust flying across the baked earth. A few people looked up as he moved away from the shack. There was hope in their eyes, like he might have somehow came up with an answer and it was like a knife in his guts that he had nothing.
All his life, others had made the choices for him. First his father, then his sister. Almost at once, he had fallen into Devon’s camp. Despite his contrary nature, he had great respect for the man. This time he was alone. Sure there were a few of them left, but no one knew what they should be doing.
He steeled himself. He had to fix this. Devon and Emily were counting on him.
Looked around, Spencer took in his remaining allies. Rollie sat with Devon’s shotgun propped up on his wheelchair arms. Wart still leaned against the shack smoking the stub of one of his recycled cigarettes. Kimberly was tending Ann who seemed way too shell-shocked for Spencer to even try to talk to yet.
It had been a battle to convince Doctor Alexander not to take her with them when the others fled, but Brown can be very convincing, especially when he is carrying his AK.
Mel and Flinch had also stayed true to the cause, along with the two new guys. Spencer couldn’t even remember their names. All he could think about was Devon and his sister. Are they okay? Is Devon figuring out a way to save us?
Before anyone had spoken a word, Brown exited the shed. “Well there’s no reason for us to linger around out here,” he said, mostly addressing the women. “The Walkers won’t be here for another day.”
Spencer was about to say something, but Ann spoke for the first time and even he wanted to stop to listen. “And why aren’t we leaving again? I say we feed that madman to the coyotes and be on our way. I hate to give him the satisfaction of knowing he took even one of us down.”
“What did he do to you?” Spencer asked, and as soon as he did, wished he hadn’t. The woman tensed and Brown shot him a very angry look.
“Spike, will you-” the cowboy started, but Ann interrupted.
“No, it’s okay. It’s not his fault he got in the way of that evil psychopath. If I had anything to tell you that I thought could help, I would, but… besides what you already know, I really don’t. Haeds has no mystic powers. He’s just a sick fuck that’s somehow ignored by those undead.” She paused and eyed him. “As for anything else, I’d have to trust you first.”
Everyone stayed silent, but he felt the pressure to break it. “Fair enough. I almost wished he had some real power over them, maybe then he could tell them to walk off a cliff or something.”
Ann leaned down. She whispered something to Kimberly and then walked toward the main ranch house.
“Kim could you keep an eye on her, please.” Kim nodded and walked after the departing woman.
“Okay, now that they’re gone,” Spencer said quickly. “I think going into the house is the last thing we need to do. What we need to do it to figure out how we’re going to be stopping that damn army numb-nuts sent at us.”
“You have any brilliant ideas?” Wart asked from behind his goggles.
“No! Oh damn it.”
“Well, you guys figure out what we’re going to do,” Mel began. “We’re going to try to make sure we live the old fashion way.”
“What’s that?” James asked.
“Is there a way we could help?” James asked.
Mel took of his cap for a moment and gazed through the dust at the building clouds. “Even with these clouds, it’ll be hot as hell in there, but yeah, we could keep you busy.”
“That would be great. Having some bullets might be the only edge we got.” Brown told them. Once they were gone, Brown looked over at him. “So what the Hell are we going do?”
“We need to be tricky. Try to think like Devon. What would he do?”
“Find some weird way to kill the zombies,” Rollie said slowly.
“Exactly, and that’s what we need to do. Bullets will be good, but we should figure out a way to axe those stiffs without wasting many of them.” Spencer looked up and smiled, “and let’s make that sick puke Haeds watch.”