Tattered Remnants
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“Are you good people?” She gulped.
“I am,” I said pointing to myself. “He’s an asshole.” I looked over to BT.
“Put the damn guns down,” Tracy told us. “Come on in. We’ll get you some food and water.” The girl, young woman really, looked pretty relieved.
BT, me, Gary, Travis, Justin, and Meredith did a complete sweep of the house, the yard, and a little into the surrounding woods. Besides the hundreds of bodies of dead zombies, there was nothing else. We knocked on the bunker door.
“They’re gone.” There was relief in our group. Tiffany told us her story up to putting a bullet in Charity’s noggin. “We didn’t find her. You got anything?” I asked Tommy.
He shook his head curtly.
Tiffany looked over at him strangely. I didn’t think now was a good time to let her in on Tommy’s and my little secret. She had a very skewed version of what vampires were like, and she was never more than half a step from her rifle. I wasn’t going to give her any reason to pick it up and start blasting shit.
“What now, Talbot?” BT and I stood on the deck. The yard and the house, and hell, even the family, were in a shambles. I consider myself a fighter not a runner, but right then my instincts and my desires both shared the strong wish to leave, to put this place as far behind us as possible. Maybe if the vamps came from England, we should go there. At least we’d know they weren’t with us on the continent. Maybe our best course of action was to find a ship and just sail the seven seas. Although that held as much craving for me as walking on to the set of a BDSM movie respite with leather, whips, chains, and strap-ons. If I’m not making it abundantly clear, those were both things I did not want to do. The thought of all those ocean waves and petroleum jelly, respectively, freaked me out.
“We rebuild.” I’d gripped the railing tightly, maybe to anchor myself so I wouldn’t start running and never stop. Forrest Gump might have been impressed if I started. Zombies were out there. One, perhaps two, extremely pissed off vampires were out there. A giant zombie primate was out there, and just to put a cherry on the cake, Deneaux was still out there. And I knew, I just fucking knew, all of those elements were going to find their way back to us no matter where we went. Our fates, our destinies, providence, fortune, chance, and all that other karmic bullshit were so tightly intertwined, that it was an eventuality. We’d added two lives to our group and lost four. You can do the math, these were not sustainable numbers. We were on the losing end of the extinction event. We were the tattered remnants.
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