Hank and Juan's Story

Dave threw another rock at the zombie kid, it was a heavy stone, and it hit the kid on the forehead and bounced off high into the air, coming down on the parapet of the roof before spinning on the edge and then falling off into the alley below. The kid's head looked dented and Dave laughed at the trickle of black blood that started to slowly ooze from the wound.

“Stupid little fuck, didn't dodge that one, did you?”, Dave laughed again and reached for another rock from the top of the flat roof they were on. He had moved about three blocks away from the Mike's club, the new plan was to ambush people trying to get to the club and to that effect he had made propped his motorcycle up in the middle of the street. On the seat of his bike he put that piece of shit plastic fuck gun. He figured if the bike was not enough of a reason for people to stop, the gun might draw attention. It was just after dawn and business was dead. He plunked another stone off of the kid's head, aiming for the eye, he hit it, Dave had to admit that his accuracy throwing things had gone way up since 'passing on'. The rock was not large enough this time to do more than bruise the eye lid, it did not even draw blood. Still the kid slowly raised his hands to his face and held one over his eye while holding the other out towards Dave, as if trying to block any more incoming missiles.

Dave didn't know how old the kid was. Three? Eight? He hadn't been around kids much, who knew they were this damn fun? Dave reached down and grabbed a handful of pebbles and threw them half-heartedly at the zombie kid, just to see what it would do. The kid flung his hand around ineffectively and let out a kind of moan.

“First thing kid, is I am gonna get you some food, once you are smart we are gonna start rounding up others, probably little ones, like you, I get a whole pack of you and we go after any hold outs we can find, right? Of course I am right. I got a plan, a good plan to get into Mike's, and you are gonna help me do it. Holy...”

Only halfway through his planned speech Dave was interrupted by the flash of a nuclear blast many miles away, it caught the corner of his eye and drew his attention in as it grew. Dave quickly made himself look away and threw himself over the kid, knocking him down as well. He was not sure if he could go blind anymore, but nothing would be worse than being a blind zombie looking for food.

The funny thing, Dave though, is that I have never seen a nuclear blast before, yet I KNOW this is a nuclear bomb. Thinking about it Dave was curious as to why there? The bomb, as near as Dave could tell went off North of downtown Denver. What was in that area to bomb? The airport? Going to the airport had not even occurred to Dave, maybe there were a lot of living out there and hence, enough zombies to make dropping a bomb worth it. Still a lot of people would die too and that did not seem like something the government would do. Or maybe it did. Now he had to think, how was this going to change his plans? Probably not at all, he thought, unless they drop more bombs, make the place a glass plain or something. Dave sat up, pulling zombie boy with him. Dave looked the kid over, checking his eyes particularly carefully. “Can you still see you little fuck? Answer me!”

The boy nodded slowly, really slowly. “Goddamned retarded zombie, just what I need. We got to get you some food, I sure hope the gun trap works cause I can't stand having such an r-tard follow me around.” Pushing the kid away, Dave looked over to the ballooning mushroom cloud.

“Huh, you know you seen pictures in books and the film of the bombs and they just don't do it justice. No wonder all those peace-niks of the 50's wanted to ban these things. Look at how high the smoke goes. Shit.” Dave sat back on his well work denim and looked at the cloud for awhile. “It just goes so high, it is beautiful, just beautiful.”, he whispered to himself.

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