Free Zombie Fallout 3: THE END .... by Mark Tufo, Monique Happy, Zelio Vogta Page A

after trying to gulp it down too quickly.
    “ Take it easy bud.” Murphy said. “What happened to you?”
    “ Bit.” Brendon said as quickly as he could so he could get back to the canteen.
    Murphy jumped back, and raised his gun half way up.
    “ Dog.” Brendon clarified bringing the canteen down quickly.
    “ You sure?” Murphy asked not wanting to get too close.
    Brendon gingerly pulled up the bottom of his pants, wincing as the denim fabric snagged on a jagged piece of rended flesh.
    “ Yup definitely dog. Let me get my med bag.”
    Brendon nodded going full tilt back on the canteen.
    “ What are you doing out here alone?” Murphy asked, trying to distract Brendon from the unpleasant sensation he was about to administer to his leg.
    Brendon braced against the slapping sting sensation the disinfectant had on his wound. “I messed up.” Brendon said between clenched lips.
    “ How so?” Murphy asked rubbing the wound out with what felt like steel wool but was actually a sterile pad of cotton.
    “ How bad is my leg?” Brendon asked afraid to look down and only see bone.
    “ Eh ten, twelve stitches max, you won’t be dancing anytime soon. But you’ll live.” Murphy said as he reached into his bag for a suture needle. “So you were saying?”
    “ I got into a fight with my fiancée's dad and we parted ways.”
    "Before or after the end of the world?"
    "After." Brendon said resignedly.
    “ Must have been a hell of a fight, that you’d leave your fiancée and travel companions in this shit.” Murphy said as he snugged tight the second stitch. “Is that how all this happened?”
    Brendon couldn’t blame him for his supposition. His leg was shredded from a dog bite. He was covered in blood and dish detergent and his face was all puffy from pain, tears and lack of sleep. “No I walked away from them in perfectly fine condition, the rest of this I blame on myself.”
    “ Seems like you should have made nice and stayed with them.”
    “ You think?” Brendon said sarcastically.
    Murphy made sure to pull the fourth stitch a little extra tight, happy when Brendon jumped in response. “Did anyone die because of the fight you had?”
    Brendon shook his head in the negative.
    “ Can’t you go back?”
    “ They’re on the road.”
    Murphy stopped his suturing to look at Brendon squarely. “These aren’t the best of times to be out and about.”
    “ We had no choice, our home was overrun.”
    Murphy nodded. He had seen many a home, town and even cities completely wiped out.
    “ Where were you going?” Murphy said tying up the last of his sutures.
    “ North Dakota first to get my girl’s grandmother and then ultimately back east to see if her dad’s family was still alive.”
    Murphy kept quiet. The odds that either of those destinations were going to be fruitful ones were dismally low.
    “ I thought the same thing.” Brendon said picking up on Murphy’s lack of comment.
    “ Is that what you were fighting about?” Murphy asked as he began to bandage up the wound.
    “ Yeah something like that.” Brendon had not even the slightest desire to go into the true reasons, and Murphy didn’t look like the type that would believe anyway.
    “ How many were in your group?”
    The word ‘were’ hurt Brendon more than the dog bite. He sincerely hoped that wasn’t the case. “Nine including Henry, he’s a bulldog.”
    “ English?” When Brendon nodded, Murphy added. “No shit! I love those dogs, couldn’t really afford one on military pay but I was saving up. But by the time this crap is over I don’t think there will be any left.”
    Brendon nodded. Dogs like the Husky and hardy breeds like German Shepherds will have significant die off from not having human intervention, but they will eventually adapt to their new surroundings and most likely eventually survive. Specialty breeds like Henry or those stupid rat dogs won’t make it. They are entirely too dependent on their human masters.
    “ What