Joseph Talluto - White Flag of the Dead

The leader of the trio, a scruffy-looking specimen, held a shotgun casually in the crook of his arm. His wide face split into a grin as he looked over my gear and my son. His comrades, two smallish individuals with several pierced body parts, had each a rifle and two pistols shoved into their belts. Tommy and Duncan were too far behind to be of any help, so this was my mess to deal with. Perfect.

I stopped my bike about ten feet from the trio, and was immediately covered by the two riflemen. I dropped my hands to my lap and sat back. My SIG was holstered and my carbine was slung over my shoulder. This was going to take some negotiation. Jakey had recovered from his grouch and waved his arms at his new friends, not realizing they were actually enemies.

The leader walked towards me and straddled my front tire. He placed a hand on my handlebars and kept smiling that stupid grin of his. “How’s it going?” he asked, his eyes lingering on my sidearm and carbine.

“Just fine, thanks.” I moved my hand ever so slightly, unlocking the safety on my Enfield, which apparently, Smiley hadn’t seen.

“Good.” He said. “You realize you’re on my road, now.” His smile never reached his eyes, and I could see this was going to get ugly. I didn’t have time for diplomacy, but I also had Jake.

“That’s too bad.” I said, thinking to myself, Are you kidding me? “But I am in a hurry and didn’t know it was your road. Any chance of letting me and my son and the people behind me just heading on our way?”

Smiley laughed, and his two sidekicks laughed with him. “Oh, no, no, no. What kind of businessman would I be if I just let any asshole who wants to get away without paying?”

My eyes turned hard and Smiley stopped smiling. “What do you want?” I said, already knowing the answer.

“Your gear, your ride, your weapons, and…” looking over my shoulder at he approaching crowd. “Oh yes, your women.” Smiley was grinning again at the thought of the haul he was going to score.

I pretended to think about it and Smiley removed his hand from my handlebar. He grinned at his companions while jacking a round into his shotgun. He already had a round chambered, so a live round went spinning off over his shoulder. His friend, a short blond with a tattoo on his neck, snickered, and Smiley glared at him.

That was the opening I needed. I pulled the trigger on the Enfield, and the booming report echoed off the buildings. The bullet punched through Smiley’s crotch, blowing open his scrotum and severing his testicles in the process. The bullet entered his lower abdomen, exiting through his ass. Smiley screamed and dropped to the ground, clutching his ruined manhood and bleeding profusely through is fingers.

I didn’t wait for his companions to realize what had happened. Right after I pulled the trigger on the Enfield, I was drawing my SIG and punched two holes into Smiley’s companion to my left. I ducked down as the one on the right fired his rifle more in surprise than anything else, and the bullet passed harmlessly over my head. I swung the SIG around and fired twice more, the handgun’s crack sounding puny after the military gun. The second thug dropped to the ground, his life’s blood pouring out of the two holes in his chest.

Smiley kept on screaming. He tried crawling to his knees, but the pain knocked him down again. I had no pity. How many people had he robbed, possibly killed? He would have killed me and Jake without a thought had I not been able to get the drop on him. For his part, Jake was letting me know he was unhappy by screaming his head off.

By this time, Tommy and Duncan had caught up to me, their rifles at the ready.

“What’s up?” Tommy asked, looking at the now-whimpering Smiley and his two dead companions.

“Would you believe this moron wanted to charge a toll?” I ejected the spent round in the Enfield, chambering a new one. I turned to Jake and tried to comfort him.

Duncan snorted and gathered up the weapons and ammo from the dead and dying. He took it back to the group and distributed it. Some people looked curiously at the scene and then at me. I decided to make sure there was no misinterpretation.

“This piece of shit wanted to rob us of the ability to defend ourselves. By his confidence, I figure he and his friends had done it before. I changed his mind.” I was not in the mood to be judged. “Let’s keep going. The dead are catching up.”

And indeed they were. We could hear their moaning now as they got progressively closer. We moved away and heard Smiley’s screams cut off as the dead caught up to him and reduced him and his companions to bones.

We headed down the street and I was hopeful about holing up at the school, but when I got closer to check it out, I realized it was not going to be an option. The school had apparently caught fire at some point and large gaping holes were in the burned out roof. I waited for the rest of the group to catch up, and discussed options with Tommy and Duncan.

“Well, we need to keep moving, and I was hoping this place could provide us with a little respite.” I said, indicating the burned building behind me.

Tommy looked doubtful. “I’m not from this area, so I have no idea what’s around here.”

Duncan piped up. “There’s a concert place nearby, with fence all around.”

I thought about it. I knew the place, and initially it sounded good, but long term would not be useful. “Not defendable enough if they come in force, and they will.”

Tommy spoke up. “So where then? We can’t walk forever.”

I racked my brain. All of a sudden, I knew where to go. There was a two story school nearby that had been built within the last ten years. The windows were high enough off the ground that entry would be difficult, and there would be plenty of room for everyone. The doors were all steel, and there were only a couple that might prove problematic. We’d fall off that bridge when we came to it. Right now we needed to get moving.

“Come on, I know where we’re going.” I said, mounting up and moving out.

“Where?” asked Tommy.

“Another school.” I said, giving him my best smile. “Trust me.”

Tommy sighed. “Why not? You’ve been good so far.”

Duncan punched him on the arm. “He just took out three armed men. You want to argue?”

Tommy shook his head at me as he began walking again. “Not really.”

We headed down a west-bound street, toward a huge intersection. There were a lot of cars, and I could see many of them were occupied. We needed to be careful. I led the small procession down the left hand side of the road, there were fewer cars on that side, and we could stick to the shoulder much easier. We passed the convention center and hotel, not bothering to stop and check it out. I had heard they used that area for treatment of early infected people, and I really did not want to wander into a zombie convention if I could avoid it.

There was a scream behind me and everyone tensed and spun around. I looked and saw a woman who had gotten too close to a car managed to get grabbed and bit before she managed to pull herself free. One of the other armed men finished off the zombie, but the woman sat down on the ground, staring at the bite mark on her arm. Her husband sat down next to her, tears forming in his eyes. Tommy spoke to both of them, and then came up to me.

“She got too close to a car and got nabbed. Zombie bit her before she could get help. She says to leave her, and her husband wants to stay with her.” Tommy sounded sympathetic.

I sighed. How many more? I thought. How many have to die? I made the decision. “We need to keep moving. Ask if she wants someone to end it for her, talk to her husband, and see what he wants to do. But we need to keep moving.”