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Chapter 4 - Midnight Run
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Gayle started talking rapid-fire before the door was fully open.
"Michael it's Lorraine she's in trouble I think and I don't..." she stopped talking mid-sentence as the picture became clear to her.
I pulled out of what's-her-name's ass with an audible pop. As I stood up, cum strings hung from my cock. Gayle stared at me, then my cock, then at the girl's gaping asshole that had some cum oozing out of it.
"What's the matter with her?" I asked, trying to break the tension. My fuck buddy tried to dig a hole in the air mattress. She managed to hide a little bit in the blanket. Of course, by this time, a couple other girls had come out to see what the problem was. I started dressing.
"She's, she's..." Gayle couldn't get the words out.
"What Gayle, come on!" I snapped at her, probably a little too much.
With sudden steel in her voice and a cold hard stare, Gayle said, "She's running a fever of 103.6. She won't wake up. I looked at the wound and it seems infected. Her breathing is shallow and ragged. She needs antibiotics, or something."
Shit, I thought as I laced up my boots. I don't have any liquid antibiotics, just pills. But you can't make an unconscious person swallow pills and liquid. They'll likely gag or get their lungs filled with fluid.
"Somebody go get Blake."
"I'm right here!" he answered from just behind the door. Great, everyone seemed to be up at this point.
"Is there a clinic in town?"
"Uh... just Doc Brown."
"Does he give IVs to people?"
"Um... um... Yeah! When those hikers got lost last year? We brought them to him after we found them. He put those bags on them."
"Alright, Blake. Get dressed. RFN. You're coming with me."
"RFN?"
"Right Fuckin' Now!" I hollered. He moved like a bandit.
"Where's my shooter girl? Erin?"
"Uh," answered somebody who wasn't Erin. "She just ran to back her room also... yeah she's getting dressed, too."
I looked at Gayle. "We'll make a speed run to town. 5 minutes. Grab some shit from the Doc's place. Back immediately. 10 minutes, tops. We'll save her."
She crossed her arms and just looked at me like this was all my fault.
"I'll save her, I promise."
I handed her a small hand-held HAM/GMRS radio.
"Channel 16. Leave it on but don't call us unless we call you. Here's the button to talk."
I scooped up my regular AR and my fancy one from back home. It's got a red-dot sight that's very handy in the dark.
"Blake, can you shoot?" I asked as he ran up to me.
"Um, just air-soft guns, yeah." Jesus, what kind of country boy doesn't shoot?
"Alright, you get the Crovel. Erin, you're riding shotgun with my good AR. We're taking the Jeep."
We bounced in to town in record time. The Unimog is an awesome rig, but it's not real fast, and it's not real quiet. I had outfitted my Jeep with some good Teraflex parts underneath so we could handle the rough road at speed with ease.
"Go down there," said Blake, pointing the way. "Then turn right and right again. You'll be on Main Street."
I cut the lights and slowed. The Jeep has a quiet exhaust on it, but it still squeaks and the tires make noise on the pavement, too.
"You can drive, right Erin?"
"Yeah, no worries."
"Ok, it's an automatic. We're going to back up to the office. I'm going to turn on these rear lights to shine inside. Blake and I will smash and grab. I want you standing outside, but right by the Jeep. Keep it running. I need you to keep the area clear. But don't shoot until you have to. Got it?"
"Yes Daddy," she said.
What the fuck? Daddy? Whatever... I don't have time to worry about that.
I busted in a pane of glass on Doc's front door. The noise made me cringe, but I figured it was quieter than breaking the whole thing down.
"Eyes sharp," I whispered to Blake. "Keep sweeping the light." He had a flashlight, I had one mounted on my gun. I reached in and undid the lock. We entered the office. Kind of messy for a Doctor's office, I thought. Papers and shit were on the floor, things knocked down. Maybe we weren't the first to loot the place?
Blake waved towards the back, indicating where to go.
His flashlight hit upon a stainless steel locked cabinet down in the back. I looked at Blake and he nodded. He had his sharpened crovel at the ready. I let him go first.
Stupid... Stupid Stupid STUPID!
He walked past the examining room. I followed, but as I did a zombie came out and grabbed me and knocked me down. Jesus Christ, I thought, as we fell in the hallway. I don't have any of my armor on, not even my helmet or goggles or anything.
Old Zed had me pinned. Actually he seemed like a teenaged boy. But he was a big boy. He leaned in for a quick bite. I couldn't get my rifle to bear on something inches away from me. I was kind of sitting on my pistol, so that was no good. I punched him a couple times to keep him away. But Zed never gets tired, or hurt, or deterred. He just keeps coming. My Ka-bar knife is on my chest rig, if I can just reach it...
Blake screamed.
"Well fucking help me!" I hollered to him. I thought he was screaming about my predicament.
I hit my Zed particularly hard at that moment, his head seemed to be a little off kilter now. I risked a glance at Blake to see why he wasn't helping me.
Blake stood a few feet from his own zombie. Doc Brown, from the looks of him. His white coat spattered with blood, he was coming towards Blake.
I punched my Zed again as hard as I fucking could, further tweaking his head and neck.
"Blake!! Swing! Hit Him!!"
But Blake just stood there. 'The Fear' had gripped him. He froze.
I hit my Zed so hard that his neck broke. He stopped grabbing me and I was able to push him off me just in time to see the Doc bearing down on Blake. I grabbed my rifle and fired off a perfect headshot on the dead Doc.
But I was too late.