To Quinn's surprise, I easily pulled her out of that 3-foot hole and brought her to where Jennifer and I were standing, and right as I gave us more space by emptying my Maxim 9 on every forehead I saw, I quickly checked not just to the future mother of my child but also my friend and comrade.
"I SAID I'M FINE! CHECK JENNIFER! SHE'S THE ONE WHO LANDED ON THEIR HEADS! THAT'S WHY I PUSHED HER OFF!"
Jennifer shouted back, "YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE PUSHED !"
"SAY WHAT?! I JUST SAVED YOU!"
"I COULD'VE JUST STOMPED ON THEIR HEADS! WE'RE HEAVY ENOUGH TO COLLAPSE CONCRETE! IT WOULD'VE TAKEN THREE STOMPS! I ALMOST GOT BIT WHEN YOU PUSHED TO FIVE MORE OF THEM!"
"I-I— I DIDN'T THINK STRAIGHT! SORRY!"
"YOU— F-FINE, fine… you owe a fucking beer…"
"S-Sure…"
Tatiana shouted from the side, "A little more help?!"
I shouted loud enough for her to hear, "We're retreating for the mont—"
Quinn and Jennifer couldn't believe what I said, "WHAT?! WHY?/ YEAH, WHY?!"
"You two said you're fine, we aren't sure—"
"BUT—"
"IT'S EITHER YOU WALK BACK WITH US OR I'LL FUCKING DRAG YA! THIS IS SERIOUS! I DON'T CARE IF YOU FUCKING GET MAD AT BUT I'M CHECKING YOU WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT! I CAN EASILY CARRY BOTH OF YOU ON MY BACK!"
"F-Fine… What if I'm bit?"
"NO STUPID QUESTIONS, CAN YOU WALK OR NOT?!"
"I CAN WALK JUST FINE! STOP YELLING!"
At that point, Quinn never looked so pissed as she stomped her way back with us but Jennifer was a little more understanding of the situation. Obviously, Ibarra quickly t with us as he brought the rear while Tatiana was to the side, and I was walking with Quinn's main weapon while she was emptying her Deagle to whoever ca close.
Kaley had already laid her ergency pack on the Raptor's truckbed, "What happened? You two okay?!"
Quinn huffed, "WE'RE TOTALLY FINE AND YOUR HUSBAND'S DELAYING US FOR SO BULLSHIT REASON!"
I shouted back, "IT'S NOT BULLSHIT! TAKE THOSE PANTS AND BOOTS OFF SO WE COULD CHECK YOU!"
Quinn suddenly chuckled, "If that's what we're doing, you should've said—"
Kaley cut her off, "Enough jokes!"
I added, "That goes for you too, Jennifer. I'm sorry but you have to take off your clothes here, not including underwear, of course—"
"I understand," Jennifer said as she was already partway in taking off her vest, "It's actually pretty serious, it's just adrenaline back there… Sorry… I should really go on a cut, huh?"
I let out a short exhale, "I like that you two are joking, alright? It's just… be quiet for the mont…"
"..."
"..."
If we were in the old world, it would've been criminal to ask these beautiful won to strip down to their underwear to see if they get bit, but now, it was not ti to get self-conscious because it was a life or death situation.
And to give us a lot of ti, Tatiana and Ibarra began using their rifles in tandem with Jared while the Deweys tried their best to help around by handing Kaley and what we needed, refilling mags, flying the drones, or pulling the bodies in a safe spot.
And right as the two were in their underwear, Kaley and I began wiping them down with a clean and damp cloth, starting with their feet and making our way up, and even though it was really as Quinn and Jennifer stated, I breathed a huge sigh of relief as I gave the two a tight hug and an apology.
I was being a complete asshole within reason but it didn't an I could go back and recant what statents I said after it was all over.
Quinn just rolled her eyes with a huff, "Told ya. I guess it's better saying it than you if you discover a bite."
I nodded gently as I gave her back her clothes, "Yeah…"
Then she lightly jabbed my torso, "Also… Thanks for caring and sorry for shouting at ya… I know you an well—"
Jennifer cut in while already wearing all her clothes, "The fuck— You gonna talk or are you gonna move?! We're missing the action here!"
"WE'RE HAVING A MONT, ALRIGHT?!"
"BLAH, BLAH, BLAH~ YOU'RE DISTRACTING THE DEWEYS TOO!"
"HAAAH?!"
"THAT JEREMY KID'S GOOD AT HIDING IT BUT CINDY'S STARING AT OUR TITS EVER SINCE WE TOOK THEM OUT!"
Cindy's jaw dropped, "NO, I WASN'T!"
"THEN WHY'S THIS MAG HAD THE BULLETS ON BACKWARDS, HUH?!"
"I— ALRIGHT, I'M STARING! IT'S BECAUSE JEREMY LOOKED FIRST!"
Jeremy clapped back, "WHA— WHO WOULDN'T?! AT LEAST I DIDN'T FUCK UP!"
"THE FUCK YOU SAY TO ?!"
"I SAID WHAT I SAID!"
Eden waved them off, "GUYS SHUT UP! SIR IBARRA'S NO JOKE EITHER! I'M GLAD HE'S ON OUR SIDE—"
"HOLD— I THINK I KILLED IT, BRO!" Jared exclaid from the roof of our Raptor.
All of a sudden, the body Tatiana saved as an indicator for killing the Stitcher controlling it suddenly "turned off" as its outstretched arms fell limp to the ground along with a few others in our cluster. In addition, we received several calls that reported deadheads dropping down from their own clusters as well but I still ordered them to chop the bodies up for good asure.
It'd be a little tedious, sure, but everyone knew it was for their own safety.
So yeah, with my blades wiped clean, pistol mags full, and my eyes delighted from the earlier display—which I won't admit to the two despite my noble intentions—we began marching forward with a focus on staying within 6-10 feet among each other, and for obvious reasons, Quinn and Jennifer were barred from stepping onto an elevated platform at the sa ti.
This ti, they got fucking lucky the ones who surprised them hadn't had enough food or sunlight, and if it was a more active mber of the undead society, we would've bet on the chance to chop their infected leg off for their survival.
User Comments
0 comments from readers