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by Simpson, David A.


  Bob leaned back from a slice of blackberry cobbler and laughed along with the rest of them. At first it was a creaky sound, like he’d forgotten how. He laughed the hardest of all when Sage darted across the table and grabbed a handful of cobbler for herself and Tobias promised they were having monkey stew for breakfast. When the tattooed boy finally settled down, the others grew silent and looked at the stranger expectantly. He had made promises of his own and now would be a fine time as any to make good on them.

  While they cleared the table, Bob retrieved his guns. They gathered around him and watched the easy way he handled the weapons. There was no doubt he was intimately familiar with them.

  He dropped the mags from the Glocks then popped the rounds out of the chambers. Wide eyed and fascinated they watched and listened as he walked them through the basic operations and the rules of the gun.

  It’s always loaded.

  Never point it at anything you don’t want to destroy.

  Keep your finger off the trigger until you’re ready to kill.

  Know your target and what’s behind it.

  They were eager students. None of them except Kodiak had ever handled a real gun before. Bob taught them how to load and insert the magazines. He showed them how to make sure the markings on the bullets matched the markings on the barrel and that there were hundreds of different calibers. Every gun wouldn’t shoot every bullet. He worked with them on their stances. Taught them how to hold it properly and to align the sights. He broke them down and showed them the cleaning sequence, then quickly reassembled them. When each was familiar with the basics, he asked if there were any questions. Every hand went up.

  Swan caught on to the whole process quickly and challenged Donny to a contest to see who could disassemble and reassemble the guns the fastest. Bets were placed and the tribe cheered on their champions. It ended in a draw when neither could beat the other consistently.

  Bob liked the kids and was enjoying himself. He buckled on his holsters and began showing them some of his advanced moves. He called it gun kata, explained that even though it was a little showy, each move had real world applications. Black Lotus rising was his foot snapping up and kicking the gun from its holster to be caught in a hand above his head. Dancing swans was a liquid move where one gun was replaced with the other as it was reloaded one handed.

  “It’s practice and repetition.” He said. “It becomes muscle memory and instantaneous reaction. In a fight, you don’t have time to think about your next move, you barely have time to react. If you have to think, you’re probably going to be dead.”

  They nodded. Serious, scarred faces with eyes too old to be children’s knew and understood.

  “You can do the same thing with your own weapons.” He said as he flowed gracefully from one position to the next, his arms rippling. “Warhammers, tomahawks, throwing spears and knives all have their own unique uses and strengths. Doing this slowly trains you to be perfect then you pick up the pace, staying perfect until you can do it at top speed without even thinking.”

  He holstered the guns, gave a slight bow and quietly said “I have trained my hands to know the ways of war. I have taught my fingers to fight.”

  He exploded into motion, doing everything he’d just done that had taken long minutes to execute in a matter of seconds. His hands were a blur as he raced through the kata and he was finished almost before he started. They stared at him. Donny signed something and Swan translated.

  “He said you messed up on two cats kissing.”

  Bob smiled. “Good eye.” He said, and Donny looked like he was almost ready to blush at the praise.

  After working with each of them individually, he suggested they set up a target and send a few rounds downrange, even though he didn’t really have the ammo to spare. The tribe unanimously declined. Gunfire upset their companions and they wouldn’t risk any of the animals hurting themselves on the fences if they got spooked. Bob nodded in understanding. The tribe had long ago decided against trying to get any guns and using them, even though Gordon and his gang were armed. They’d done just fine during the battle at the church with their weapons and animals, but hard mistakes had taught them to never pass up an opportunity to learn a new skill that could mean the difference between life and death.

  They were enjoying the company of the stranger and stayed up much later than they normally did. Harper started a campfire and they moved outside into the night, each with their weapons and playing around with some katas of their own. Swan taught him how to throw tomahawks and Donny beamed when Bob couldn’t match his bull’s-eyes throwing the metal spears. The fireflies danced and it was cool enough that the fire felt good. They sat on logs spread out around the fire and Bob tilted his head back and looked at the Milky Way spread across the sky. It was immense and bright with stars, tens of thousands of them. Swan pushed him over backwards.

  “Let’s see what you’ve got without your guns.” Swan teased.

  She drew her tomahawks.

  “Think you can take me without your boomsticks?”

  “Definitely not.” he said, and lay on the grass, still staring at the stars, “you’d kick my ass two ways to Sunday.”

  “What?” she said, disappointed. “Come on. We spar all the time. You scared?”

  “No, I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Those were the wrong words to say. Her dancing smile disappeared and so did the others. He had just insulted them. They were warriors and he’d just insinuated they were nothing more than children playing dress up.

  “You’re wrong about that, mister.” She growled. “You’re the one who needs to worry about getting hurt.”

  Bob dusted himself off and stood, realized his mistake and tried to backtrack.

  Kodiak stood, his Warhammer held loosely and formally asked in a cold tone that wouldn’t take no for an answer.

  “Will you spar with us, Stranger?”

  They all looked affronted, a little annoyed and eager. Even Murray watched and wanted to see how the tribe would fare in hand to hand with someone who was older and a little bigger.

  “Okay.” Bob said. “Um, do you have blunted weapons? And can you lock the animals up, I don’t know if they would like it, me beating up on you all.”

  Swan stepped in front of him while the other challengers hurled promises of a fast coming beat down.

  “Oh, you’re in for it now, buddy. I’m first.” She said “You guys can have the leftovers.”

  12

  Bob VS Tribe

  Bob followed Swan to the open area they used for sparing as the rest of the tribe grabbed their training weapons, buckled on armor and ushered animals into the house. He rolled his shoulders and stretched to limber up his body.

  “You want some pads or a hockey mask or something?” Murray asked. “They train pretty hard, I mean, they don’t pull punches or soften blows. They usually don’t aim for the head but they might make an exception for you.”

  “Good.” Bob said, the scar on his face twisting his smile. “Might pretty me up, some.”

  Swan slid the leather tomahawk sheaths from her belt, covered the blades with them and twirled the weapons, making them dance through her fingers.

  “I’ll try not to hurt you too bad.” She said “But don’t worry, Murray is standing by with the first aid kit.”

  The rest of the tribe gathered around to watch, each paying close attention to spot his weaknesses in case he did happen to beat Swan and they got a chance to try him.

  “Say what?” Swan asked as she looked at something over his shoulder and wrinkled her brow. Bob turned his head to see what the problem was and she leapt at him, a tomahawk in each hand and a war cry on her lips.

  He kept his head turned, waited till the last possible second then side stepped her attack. She was still airborne when he gave her a shove, throwing her balance off. Swan hit the ground hard. She rolled, sprang to her feet then charged him again, attempted to do the ankle sweep with the hook in the tomahawk blade. He
shifted away from it and she missed by a hair. She followed through, pivoted and brought the other sheathed tomahawk up to slam into his chest. Again, Bob twitched and she barely missed, her leather clad blade only cutting the air. Swan overbalanced and he tripped her then deftly plucked a tomahawk from her hand. She stumble stepped a few feet then turned, angry at herself and angry at his speed. She shifted the tomahawk back and forth from left to right and he watched, waiting to see which she would use to attack. She approached in a crouch, didn’t rush in. Bob feigned boredom, yawned loudly, casually flipped the tomahawk in one hand while he pretended to check his watch on the other. She flung her tomahawk at his head and darted in to grab the other in the middle of a flip. She’d double tap him and she wasn’t going to do it gentle either.

  Bob snatched the flying tomahawk, sidestepped her rush and grabbed the other halfway through its flip. He tripped her again as she went by and slapped her hard on the butt with the flats of both blades. She went down in a cloud of dust but rolled away and bounced back to her feet. Her chest was heaving, her lip bloodied and she had murder in her eyes. He held them loosely in one hand and beckoned her with the other.

  “If you want them back, come and get them.” He said.

  Swan sized him up. Her bottom was stinging from the smacks and he was so quick. She’d never seen anything move as fast as he did. Not even Yewan was that fast. There was no wasted effort, his every move was perfectly choreographed. She was tempted to call her wolves to catch and hold him, but that wouldn’t improve her own skills. Besides, she’d picked this fight, she’d finish it.

  She wiped her brow with the back of her arm. She was worked up and sweaty. She circled him slowly, eyed her tomahawks in his outstretched hand. He moved as she moved, kept his distance from her, watched for her to spring or dart in for the weapons.

  “I thought you guys were a tribe.” Bob taunted. “You don’t fight like a tribe. I’m kicking her ass and you guys are just standing there watching.”

  Tobias needed no further incentive. He didn’t particularly care for this guy and he noticed how the girls couldn’t take their eyes off him when he was laid up in his underwear. He ran at him with a fearsome battle cry and leapt high in the air. His sheathed battle axe was cocked back behind him as he sailed towards Bob, a snarl on his tattooed face. He wasn’t holding back. He wouldn’t bust the strangers head wide open but by the Gods of Asgard he’d put a hurting on him.

  Bob pivoted and caught Tobias by the front of his shirt in midair. He used the feral boy’s momentum against him and flipped him. Tobias hit the ground with a thud, a cloud of dust pluming around him. All of the air rushed out of his lungs and he groaned as his axe flew out of his hands.

  He stepped quickly towards the boy and smacked him across the chest with the flat side of a tomahawk. “You’re dead.”

  Analise let out a shrill cry and rushed in, swinging her battle axe at his midsection. He evaded it, moved only enough to let the blade skim past him. She spun and swung a back handed blow towards his head that would knock the stuffing out of him. He stopped it a millimeter from his skin with one of Swan’s tomahawks.

  Swan used Analise’s distraction and leapt onto Bob’s back. She curled one arm around his throat and reached for her tomahawk with the other. He reached over his shoulder, grabbed the back of her shirt and flipped her. She hit the ground next to Tobias. She growled and locked her arms around Bob’s leg and tried to bite him through his pants.

  Analise tired quickly and her blows slowed without much strength behind them. She couldn’t even get close to him. It was like he knew what she was going to do before she did. Bob caught the battle axe by the handle, threw her off balance and dumped her onto Swan. Swan let go of his leg as Analise crashed into her. He tapped each of them with the flat of the tomahawk blades.

  “You’re both dead.” Bob skipped away to meet the next attack.

  Vanessa and Donny leapt into the fray using the blunted end of their long spears They poked and slashed at him, the long hafts kept them away from the dual tomahawks and Bob’s size advantage. Vanessa lunged in with hers, a hard blow aimed at his belly to knock the air out of him. He batted it aside an inch from his stomach, grabbed it behind the shaft and jerked her forward. She stumbled and lost her grip. Bob wrapped an arm around her and touched her temple with the tomahawk in his other hand.

  “You’re dead.” He released Vanessa and she stormed off in a huff to join Swan, Tobias and Analise on the sidelines.

  Donny twirled his spear like a bo staff, reminiscent of the old martial arts movies. He knew a few kung fu kata’s too. It was a blur of motion as he advanced towards Bob. Bob took a step backwards. Feeling confident Donny surged towards his retreating opponent. Bob leapt forward and caught the spinning staff with the beard of the tomahawk. Donny recovered quickly though and managed to keep his grip on the shaft, turn it out straight and swung it towards the stranger, a blow that would send him reeling. Bob quickly ducked under the whistling steel. A tuft of hair drifted towards the ground. It was the first time any of them had managed to touch him with a weapon. He barked out a laugh. Donny grinned and thrust the blunt end at the older boy, aiming right at his bread basket. Bob turned his body slightly, caught the shaft between his arms and ribs. He swept Donny’s feet and the boy hit the ground with a thud. Bob reversed his grip, spun the spear and touched the end to Donny’s throat.

  “Nice try, kid. But you’re dead.” Bob grunted.

  Kodiak watched his tribe getting trounced from his seat at the fire. Bob was the superior fighter no doubt. He nodded at Harper and they homed in on him at a run. The stranger watched them come. He tossed the tomahawks towards Swan who snatched them out of the air then stood there unarmed once more.

  Kodiak let out a yell and swung his wooden training hammer in a crushing blow from Bob’s right. Harper attacked from the left with her monkey’s fist, the heavy ball a good substitute for her wicked spiked Morningstar. Bob stepped into Kodiak’s swing, grabbed the boy above his wrists and spun him towards Harper. She already had the heavy ball at the end of the chain flying towards his legs and it was too late to pull it back. Bob swung Kodiak and the Warhammer in an arc that intercepted the ball. The chain wrapped around the shaft of the Warhammer and Bob snatched both weapons from their grasp then let them fall. He grabbed each of the teens by the back of their armored outfits and brought their heads together at high speed. Just before their skulls smacked into each other, he brought them up short, so they were lip to lip. Harper smiled at the closeness. Kodiak snarled at being bested so easily.

  “What about you guys?” Bob asked as he released the two. He looked at Murray and the triplets who sat wide eyed watching the whole thing. They adamantly shook their heads side to side.

  “Yeah, I want another go.” Kodiak said. Bob nodded and the two circled each other warily.

  The boys all looked disgruntled and pissed. The girls had a different look in their eyes. They were riveted by the stranger. It didn’t go unnoticed by the boys and their moods soured further.

  Kodiak dropped the Warhammer and moved towards the older boy. He’d done a little wrestling in school, he knew how to take him down. He tackled him around the waist. Bob slipped out easily and danced away. Kodiak feinted to the left and when Bob shifted to counter, Kodiak hit him from the right. They fell into a tangle on the ground and Bob let out a pained yell.

  Kodiak jumped to his feet. He looked at the older boy clutching his collar bone. He felt bad. He knew Bob was still healing. He should have taken it easier on him.

  They helped him to a seat on a log. Murray poked and prodded at the injury and then sent Caleb after some bandages so he could rewrap it. Swan appeared with a glass of lemonade and shot Kodiak a dirty look. He shrugged. “I didn’t mean to hurt him. How was I supposed to know he didn’t know how to fight without a weapon?”

  “Yeah he wasn’t any good without something in his hands.” Tobias quickly agreed.

  Bob kept quiet, sipped the lemonad
e and let Murray fuss over the injured shoulder.

  “We usually fight with our animals.” Kodiak said. “Together, we’re unbeatable.”

  Bob nodded. “Agreed. Nobody can stand against them, but what happens if you are separated from them or the quarters are too close, maybe you’re fighting indoors. You guys need to work together. Play to each other’s strengths and supplement each other’s weaknesses. Almost every one of you let out a battle cry when you attacked. I knew you were coming before I ever saw you. That split second gave me time to prepare and counterattack. That may be fine for fighting the undead, but it’s gonna cost you against everyone else. They have guns and lots of them. I’ll give you this though, there’s no shortage of guts in any of you.”

  The boys perked up at the praise, the girl’s eyes got wider and they wore silly grins.

  “Now, if you guys are through beating up on me I could use some rest. Tomorrow I could really use some help finding that truck you were telling me about.”

  Kodiak studied him warily as he limped through the door, collapsed on the couch. Soon the living room was filled with soft snores and he watched the stranger sleep. He knew the older boy let him win. He felt the strength of him when they grappled. It was like trying to move Otis. It said a lot about his character. He was a good man and his presence brought new hope to the tribe. Kodiak felt pride swell in his heart. The decision to bring Bob to the zoo had been the right one and not another mistake. He vowed to do whatever it took to help him get what he needed to continue his journey.

  13

  The Truck

  The sun was just peeking through the windows, but the tribe was up and bustling. Clara and Landon came in with fresh eggs and milk while Caleb finished up the morning feeding of the barnyard animals.

 

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