Undead Advantage

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Chapter 5 
Chapter 6 
Chapter 7 
Chapter 8 
Chapter 9 
Chapter 10 
Chapter 11 
Chapter 12 
Chapter 13 
Chapter 14 
Chapter 15 
Chapter 16 
Chapter 17 
Chapter 18 
Chapter 19 
Chapter 20 
Chapter 21 
Chapter 22 
Chapter 23 
Chapter 24 
Chapter 25 
Chapter 26 
Chapter 27 
Chapter 28 
Chapter 29 
Chapter 30 
Chapter 31 
Chapter 32 
Chapter 33 

Hank and Juan's Story

Chapter 21

By dawn most of the people involved in the racket a few hours before had calmed down. Kevin was sleeping, after Doc had looked his shoulder over and pronounced him a lucky son of a bitch. He had cleaned the wound and stitched it up as best he could, then bandaged it and forced some pain killers down Kevin's throat with orders for him to get some sleep. Doc even warranted that Kevin rated one of the few mattresses to sleep on.

'Funny thing', Doc thought, 'when I first showed up the mattresses looked like enough for a small army, turns out that 18 mattresses aren't nearly enough. Ah well, soon enough we will all be used to sleeping on the floor.'

Doc went by and checked again on Hank, who was doing far better than Doc would have ever though possible. Broken ribs do not heal up, yet Hank was managing, getting himself to the bathroom, running around in the middle of the night while people were shooting each other, never complaining. Doc edged over to him and touched his forehead, checking for a fever, nothing. As Hank lay in the lazy boy that had become his home, Doc peeled back the bandages on his wounds slowly.

“You know that hurts more when you do it slow doc.”, Hank said, startling Doc.

“Sorry, but I just got done with Kevin, I thought I should check you out before I went to get a couple more hours of sleep.”, replied Doc quietly.

“What? It's morning out,”, Hank said, pointing to the doors of the Mike's club where the dawn light was clearly visible, “no sleeping now.”

Nodding, Doc said, “You are probably right, but I am tired and need to get a little rest, the last few days have been pretty hard.”, Doc continued working on the band aid around Hank's ribs, no quit removing it, but pulling it up and shining a flashlight down into the crevice created between Hank's skin and the band aid. The bruising was very mild, almost gone in fact. As he worked his way over toward back he had to have Hank roll over. “Sorry Hank, I know this is a pain in the ass, but if there is an infection I want to nip it early, we don't have the means to deal with full scale sepsis.” Behind the doctor the doors to the Mike's club flashed brilliantly, lighting the entire building briefly. Both Hank and the Doc looked around, thinking that someone had just taken a picture of them, when they saw no one nearby they looked to the door where people were scrambling around outside. Then a wave of sound hit them, rumbling through the ground, through the building and waking everyone from the smallest child to the oldest grown among them from there slumber, save one. Kevin would always regret the fact that he was blissfully unconscious and unwakable when what remained of the government started fighting back in earnest and nuked Denver.



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