Hank and Juan's Story

‘They deserve to die’, Dave thought, ‘this is too easy.’ As the night wore on into morning he noticed the groups move away from the centers of the walls and people congregated in the corners. There were still a few small groups with bats wandering around inside the place, checking on the people they had confined in the parking lot and making sure no one was asleep. He saw them bring out snacks and drinks a few times too or they stood watch so people could head back in to the building. Probably they had to use the bathroom. There was a thought Dave hadn’t had for awhile. No bathroom breaks for him. No urges anyway. He had ‘voided’ a few times, more to release pressure, especially out the ‘back door’, it was always a foul smelling ichor that poured out, never solid chunks. The interesting thing was he had no urge to go, he could have held it forever, and maybe just got fatter and fatter? Nothing to think about now, not when he was waiting for the next trio to march along the wall towards him. ‘Here they come now’, he though, readying himself for two quick kills and a leisurely meal. He had to be quiet though, with groups less than 20 yards in either direction he could not afford any unnecessary noise. Crouching further into the shadows between two cars he calmed himself and thought about what he had to do.

The group he had his eyes on consisted of two women and one man, one woman was usually in the lead while the man and woman lagged behind, Dave had seen them smooching quickly and his brain scorned the ‘young love’ that was developing between them. “This”, he thought again, “was going entirely too well.”

First bringing one of the brats back had been pure genius, with the kid up there with orders to crawl for a ways then stand up and walk for a ways, then crawl and never to stop moving, it was a great distraction, like Dave thought it might be. The little girl seemed to come back pretty quickly too, she took less effort to bring back to some sort of intelligence and while she was not back to talking yet, Dave could see a cold fire of intelligence in her eyes. The little girl may have outlived her usefulness after this venture. Dave knew he could exert a form of mental control over her, but was not sure how much of one he had and suspected that given the opportunity, the girl would turn on him in an instant. She had no name, Dave hadn’t asked, his thought was that you didn’t name your tools, just used them until they broke and replaced them.

The trio approached Dave’s hiding place and were about three steps beyond him towards the next corner on their route when Dave quietly jumped up and smashed the back two, one man and one woman together. Now in the movies smashing two peoples heads together was a sure fire way to promote an extended period of unconsciousness with no blood and small effort. Dave found that using his enhanced strength it actually was a fairly quiet affair, though not bloodless. The lead woman had been about three paces ahead of the other two, and half turned at the noise. Dave lept at her and was astounded to see her duck out of his way! Not only that but she smashed him in the face as he went by! The bitch! Reaching out with one hand he tried again to get a hold of the woman, she looked to be about 25, white with a figure that had appeared to be a little plump. Now Dave realized it was not fat, it was her hoodie and sweat pants, she was actually in shape; his first blunder of this affair. Fortunately for him she was making a blunder too, she was not calling out for help. In fact she stood there, eying him warily, waiting for his next move, while slowly inching back into the main encampment. She had a baseball bat in one hand, but was not swinging it like a slugger, just holding it steady. Dave lunged forward suddenly starting high and ending low, he thought he had her ankle, but he didn’t, she had jumped up, anticipating his move. Adding injury to this insult she brought the bat down hard on his left shoulder, they both heard it crunch and break. Dave rolled sideways, which did seem to take her by surprise, however she recovered quickly and smoothly moved further inwards. Suddenly she seemed to realize what was going on, smiled slightly and screamed for help!

“Fuck!”, Dave spat out, pulling out his glock he fired at the woman, who at least had the sense to dodge to the left as Dave brought the gun up. The gun jammed. It didn’t even fire once, just clicked and did nothing. “Fuckin’ gimme a break!”, he screamed. He put the glock into his left hand and reached around back to pull out his revolver when the first shot hit him in the left arm. He had, had enough of this simple adventure and vaulted back over the car barricade, he could not resist taking a quick shot the woman who had gone prone behind a tire on the ground. She probably thought he could not see her in the dark, not know about his ability to see the wonderful colors of human blood flowing through her veins. One quick shot and then he backed up, then he took more deliberate shots at each of the groups with guns before he turned and ran.

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