A big man with a rough beard hurried to put on a pair of jeans as he rushed toward Max. Max wanted to flee from the anger he saw there, but the barrel of the pistol jammed into the back of his skull prevented such an option.
Denny kicked first and asked questions second. Even with his foot bare, the blow to Max’s chin sent him tumbling back on the ass, but did distance his head from the gun.
“Who the hell are you, you little prick?”
“Just a guy trying not to be eaten alive.” Past Denny’s wide chest, he saw the slim face of a young girl peer out of the bedroom and mouth, ‘help me.’
He followed Max’s gaze and then shouted, “Get back in that room, bitch!” Turning back to Max, Denny continued to shout, “Why the hell did you pick this house?”
“Cuz it’s big and no zombies were around it, but since you’ve both been shouting, there are now.”
“Don’t give us any lip,” he said and moved to kick Max again. This time Max was ready. He rolled to his left so that big man was positioned between him and the gunman and then lanced out with his fist hitting Denny in the balls. When the man doubled over with a yell, Max pushed him back into the gunman and they both lost their footing and fell against the wall.
“I don’t know who you idiots are, but anyone that rapes a woman for any reason is automatically an asshole.”
They struggled to regain their footing, but Max fell upon them punching and kicking. His hands locked onto the pistol and tore it from the gunman’s hands. “Alright you a-holes. Your yelling has already gotten us into some serious trouble.”
As if in answer to his statement, he heard a snap as a long crack appeared in the plate glass window. He looked toward the noise and heard the girl cry out a warning. Turning back, he was just in time to see the butt of a rifle heading toward his face.
The impact hurt like his nose was torn off, but he only felt it for a moment, because everything went black.