Ryan Westfield - Pushing On

Max had never liked being in debt.

The light was starting to fall, and Max hoped they’d have enough light to see the traps clearly. He picked up his pace, closing the gap between himself and Jeff.

As he got closer to Jeff, Max found his gaze settling on an odd shape printed in Jeff’s shirt.

It was a gun. Definitely a gun. It looked like it was in some kind of rigid synthetic holster. Who knew what material.

But so what? It would be stupid not to carry a gun out here.

Max had his Glock with him himself.

But even so, something about seeing the gun there sent Max’s mind wandering. After all, Jeff had clearly attempted to conceal his gun. He didn’t wear it openly, like Max.

Why would someone carry a concealed gun in a situation like this?

“The trap’s right up here,” said Jeff, stopping in a small clearing. He waited until Max had caught up with him.

It was a peaceful clearing. A little creek bubbled pleasantly nearby. The surrounding trees were shorter than in the rest of the area. Mere saplings.

There was something strange about Jeff’s demeanor. Max couldn’t place his finger on it but it was definitely there. He would have brushed past it normally, but his thoughts turned again to the concealed gun.

“It’s a pit trap,” said Jeff, pointing to the trap. “Nothing fancy. But it should work.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“Well, it doesn’t work. It should, like I said, but it’s been a week and nothing’s turned up. I’ve got these things set up all over the place, and none of them have caught anything.”

Max looked quickly at the trap, but he was sure to keep Jeff in his peripheral vision. It looked like a good trap to Max, just the kind he would have set up himself, the same kind he’d read about and studied on the internet in the days before the EMP. The trap’s “mechanism,” if you could even call it that, were two sticks. One small and one large. The small stick ran up from the small pit, holding the larger stick in place. Once the animal entered the trap, it would knock aside the little stick, causing the big stick to fall, closing off the pit and blocking the animal’s escape.

“What are you using for bait?”

“Leftover grease from the kitchen. I thought it would work.”

“Might be your problem. I don’t know if squirrels and such are going to go for that. There’s plenty for them to eat in the woods.”

“Maybe,” said Jeff, seeming to mull it over. “But I think I screwed up the pit. I don’t think I dug it right. I checked the other day, and some of the food was gone, but the supporting beam didn’t give way.”

“Huh,” said Max. “That’s weird.”

The trap looked fine to Max.

“Why don’t you have a look at it?” said Jeff. “I’d appreciate a fresh set of eyes.”

“I can see it fine from here.”

“You’ve got to really get close to see what I’m talking about.”

“You first,” said Max.

“Me first? What? Are you suspicious or something?”

Max didn’t say anything.

He was suspicious. He didn’t like the fact that Jeff wanted him to get into a particular position. The reality was that the trap could be inspected from where they stood now, side by side.

The only advantage of getting Max out in front, as far as Max could see, was that it was a better position to attack him from.

“Come on, Max,” said Jeff. “I know we don’t know each other, but I don’t understand what you think is going on here. We’re just regular people, trying to survive. Just like you.”

“I’m not moving.”

Max saw it clearly. Jeff reached up inside his shirt, his hand heading towards his concealed gun.

Max was faster. After all, his gun was at his side, easily accessible.

Max had his Glock pointing at Jeff’s chest while Jeff still had his hand up his shirt.

“Pull the gun out slow, muzzle facing the ground. Try to use it against me, and I’ll kill you right here and now.”

Jeff did as Max said. He wasn’t dumb enough to do something stupid.

“Now put the gun on the ground. Slowly. Keep it pointed away from me.”

“We can work this out,” said Jeff. “This is all a big misunderstanding. I just wanted you to check on the traps.”

“Just put the gun down.”

“No problem.”

Jeff put the gun on the ground.

“Now step away from it.”

Jeff took two large steps back.

“Two more steps.”

“Come on, Max. This is ridiculous. I know we don’t know each other. But if you knew me, you’d know I’m not that kind of person.”

“Then why’d you go for your gun? Two more steps.”

“I got freaked out. That’s all. I saw you going for yours.” Jeff took the two steps.

Max knew it was nonsense. Just nothing but lies.

“What’s the angle? Why do you want to off me?”

Max kept an eye on Jeff as he bent down and recovered the gun. He checked it. It was loaded.

“You’re been under a lot of stress,” said Jeff. “But you’ve got to realize that it’s made you paranoid. It’s just an adaptive response. Mistrust is good in a lot of intense situations, but you’re among friends now. You’ve got to realize that.”

Max knew Jeff was going to play innocent as long as he could.

There was nothing left but violence. A last resort, but a necessary one.

Max moved forward swiftly. Jeff’s gun was in Max’s left hand. Max drew his left arm back, and swung it around in a large arc. The gun connected with Jeff’s cheek.

Jeff reeled. He toppled over and screamed in pain.

Max was down on top of him, pushing the muzzle of his gun into Jeff’s temple. Pressing hard.

“Tell me,” hissed Max. “Or you’re dead. I’m not wasting any more time on you.”

“Don’t shoot me,” cried Jeff. “It’s not my fault… Kara, she made me do it.”

“What does she want?”

“She wants the women.”

“The women?” said Max, confused for a moment.

“She wants to continue the community. The only way to do that is to have babies.”

Suddenly, it clicked for Max. “So what’s she going to do?”

“She’s going to get everyone to vote to forcibly conscript you all. She thought you were trouble, so she made me take care of you.”

“Great job on that.”

“I’m not like that, trust me. It’s all Kara. I can help you escape. She wants to keep all of you, never let you go.”

“We’ll see about that,” said Max.

“You need my help. Don’t kill me. I’ll help you get everyone out, if that’s what you want. Or you can go now, and save yourself.”

“That’s not my style.”

Max looked down at Jeff, who looked pathetic. Despite the chill in the air, beads of sweat were dripping off his brow. His shirt was drenched in nervous sweat.

Max knew he couldn’t trust Jeff. What he was saying about the women might be true. Or it might not be. He was still trying to save his own skin.

The only thing Max knew for certain was that Jeff would try again to kill Max at the first opportunity he had.

It was either Jeff or Max.

Max knew what he had to do. But he didn’t relish it.

He pulled the trigger, and Jeff moved no more.

Max stood up, his leg aching. There was fresh blood on his shirt.

The moon was out, casting its milky glow on the clearing.

A noise caused Max to look over at the animal trap. A squirrel was approaching it, pausing cautiously at intervals.

The squirrel glanced at Max before diving down into the small pit. A moment later, the small stick got dislodged, and the big stick fell down, falling with a soft thud. It covered the pit, and the squirrel completely lost its cool. Max could hear it squeaking horribly, and throwing itself, as best it could, against the piece of wood that blocked its escape.