Kyle waited until the figures were a bit closer. They were forty yards away now. He slowly crept out of his hiding spot with the pair of scissors in his hand, the piercing end pointed to the ground. Taking one footstep at a time to minimize his noise, Kyle was moving closer undetected. Chet held the shotgun with the stock on his shoulders. He stood motionless pointing the barrel at the advancing dead with his finger on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment. But before he could fire, Kyle wrapped his hand around Chet’s chin and raised it into the air. Then he put the sharp end of the scissors against the side of Chet’s neck.
“Hello,” Kyle said in a mocking tone.
“Kyle, I was just on my way to get you,” Chet said, no longer speaking in a British accent.
“Drop it,” Kyle ordered.
“But they’re coming closer. We need to take them out before they kill us.”
“I said drop it,” Kyle said, forcing the scissors a little further into his throat.
Chet didn’t protest any longer and released the weapon. The shotgun went hurling down to the ground. The sound of metal and wood hitting pavement clattered around them.
“Now, get to your knees,” Kyle ordered.
“Please, don’t …” Chet began, but was cut off by Kyle.
“Get to your fucking knees!” Kyle yelled, kicking the back of Chet’s legs and sending him crashing to his knees. He quickly lifted Chet’s chin again and put the scissors back on his skin. “Good. Now wait.”
“Wait for what?” Chet muttered, almost in tears.
“For them,” Kyle said motioning toward the four lumbering dead that were only a few yards away now.
“Please, don’t do this, there’s still enough time for you to grab the gun and take them out,” Chet said.
“Shut the fuck up,” Kyle replied. “This is what you get, you sick fuck.”
The dead began to moan in anticipation of their meal. Kyle stared into their eyes and noticed that none of them were looking at him. Their glossy eyes were locked onto Chet, the easy prey.
“Look at them, Chet,” Kyle said. “You’re going to be one of them soon.”
“No,” Chet said as he smacked Kyle’s hand out of the way with lightning-fast speed. Kyle was not expecting Chet to get out of his grip. Chet reached for the shotgun and grabbed hold of the pistol grip. He wrapped his finger around the trigger and pointed it toward the dead. But before he could fire, Kyle lunged for him, bringing the piercing end of the scissors down on Chet’s right shoulder. Chet yelled as blood began to spray onto his clothes. Kyle knew he had hit an artery; there was too much blood around. He opened the scissors and twisted them until the handles broke, leaving the blades inside of Chet’s body.
The firearm fell to the ground again as Chet put his left hand over his wound and screeched. Kyle took a few steps away from him as the Existing Dead began to swipe for Chet. His shrieking grew louder as the first dead sank his teeth into his cheek. The remaining three piled on top of Chet and each other, biting any piece of flesh they could.
Kyle searched the ground for the Winchester, but it was nowhere in sight. He finally caught view of the firearm’s stock, poking underneath the pile of bodies in front of him. There was no way he would be able to get to it without risking getting bitten. He ran toward the truck and looked inside; his Glock had to be somewhere nearby. Searching the truck carefully, Kyle couldn’t find it.
The screams continued behind him, the noise helped steer the Existing Dead toward Chet. Kyle was glad that Chet was still putting up a fight; he wanted him alive but infected. He had more plans for the piece of shit, but if he didn’t hurry the dead would continue eating until there was nothing left of him.
Kyle ran to the Fusion and began searching the car for the Glock. He found it on the floor of the passenger side. He bent down to grab it and quickly ejected the magazine to see if there were still ten rounds loaded.
“Fuck, three,” he muttered. What the fuck did Chet shoot at?
There was no more time to wait. He had to do something to save Chet before the dead consumed him.
Kyle pushed the magazine back into the Glock and turned. Sneaking up behind him was one of the Existing Dead.
Chapter Fourteen
The screams began to fade into the wilderness. Chet was not going to be able to hold on much longer. Kyle rushed into the dead body stumbling toward him, knocking the beast off balance. Forgetting about it for the moment, Kyle ran toward the dog pile. A large pool of blood surrounded it as Chet continued to thrash and claw his way back up. Kyle was surprised that Chet was still fighting the way he was. The pervert was tougher than he thought. He raised the pistol and pointed it at one of the monsters’ heads. The weapon discharged, sending a bullet through the air. At this range, there was no way Kyle was going to miss. The bullet entered the side of one monster’s head and exited the front, blowing out brain matter with it. Blood smeared across Chet’s downed body. Kyle pointed the gun toward another one and fired, sending a shockwave through the surrounding trees.
There were two left, not to mention the one behind him, and Kyle only had one more round. He glanced back and saw the Existing Dead rising to its feet. Running toward it, he used his free hand to push it back to the ground. The monster swiped for him, but caught nothing but air. Kyle turned, raised the gun toward a zombie still taking chunks out of Chet, and fired the remaining shot. The creature stopped moving and fell on top of Chet. Kyle quickly grabbed the lingering creature by its tattered clothes and yanked it off of Chet. He did the same with the other fallen bodies.
The Winchester lay still on the ground, covered in blood. There was no way it would fire in that condition. He picked up the weapon by the only clean spot and placed it in the truck’s bed. He searched around for any blunt object he could find. There were still two dead wandering around that he needed to take care of. He found a two-foot-long metal spike. The moans were upon him; he didn’t have time to be picky with his choice of weapon. He turned, bar in hand, ready to strike at the closest thing. With all his strength he swung the metal spike into the air, pounding into the skull of the approaching dead. The dead collapsed face-first to the ground. He stabbed the spike through the creature’s head, and it stopped moving instantly. He quickly turned to take care of the last Existing Dead. This one looked disoriented. It couldn’t get back up to its feet. The ground was slippery with blood. Kyle carefully walked toward it and swung the spike at its head again and again until the creature finally stopped moving.
Kyle panted. He stared at the mess of death around him. Nothing was moving except for Chet. The bastard was still alive. His mouth was over flowing with blood, causing his breaths to sound like guttural sobs. Chunks of flesh were missing from all over his body. His clothes were torn to shreds, and blood soaked every last bit of the area around him. Kyle walked toward him and stood over his pathetic body.
“You touched my boy,” Kyle said.
Chet’s eyes began to blink rapidly as tears ran down his bloodied face.
“You raped my boy!” Kyle yelled. He raised the spike into the air and impaled Chet’s shin. He pulled the spike up, pulling his leg up with it until his leg loosened and flopped to the ground. “You drugged me just so you could have your way with him!”
Chet howled in a muffled cry of pain and agony. There was no telling what was going on in Chet’s mind. Was he sorry for what he did? Was he sorry for not leaving town sooner? Did he even realize what was about to happen to him?
Kyle locked his jaw like a pitbull before saying, “No more, you piece of shit.” He raised the spike again and broke it down on Chet’s genitals. He did it again and again until he was sure there was nothing of his testicles and penis left.