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

are you going to do now?” Murphy asked after taping the bandage off and standing back up.
    “ Probably try and find them.”
    “ You can come with us, we’ve got another week or so on patrol and then we head back to what some might construe as civilization.”
    “ There’s some place to go to?” Brendon asked hopefully.
    “ Sure as shit, mankind's last stand, Camp Custer.” Murphy said laughing.
    Brendon could not even begin to pick up on the humor, but he saw hope if he could find the Talbots again he could bring them back to this camp. “Could I get a map of where this place is?”
    “ I think I know where you’re going with this and I can probably do you one better. Hey Sarge!” Murphy shouted to the man behind the first vehicle who looked somewhere between asleep and smoking a cigar.
    “ Yeah?” The sergeant said through clenched teeth, tilting his cover back up.
    “ This guy was with eight civvies and an English Bulldog.”
    “ No shit?” The sergeant yelled back.
    Brendon was completely convinced the sergeant’s interest was piqued way more by Henry than any of the ‘civvies’.
    “ This guy.” Murphy started.
    “ Brendon.”
    “ Brendon.” Murphy began again. “Says he knows where they are going.”
    “ How much time they have on us son?” The sergeant asked Brendon.
    Brendon knew his answer was critical but he knew the sergeant would pick up on a lie. “About a day and a half.”
    “ I’m sorry son.” And Brendon thought he was. “But we’ll never catch them, not in these.” He said, slapping the side of his armored troop transport.
    Brendon saw one chance to convince the sergeant. “My girlfriend's father was a Marine.”
    The sergeant stared hard into Brendon’s eyes. “You wouldn’t be shitting me son? Would you? I really hate being shit on, makes everything smelly. And then I’d be really pissed off. You understand where I’m going with this son?”
    “ Completely.” Brendon nodded. “He was stationed in Kaneohe Marine Corps Air Station, Hawaii.”
    “ Air wing, huh.” The sergeant said derisively. “Still one of us though. Mount up everyone. We never leave a Marine behind.”

    BRENDON'S STORY - CHAPTER TEN -

    Murphy got one of the privates to put a few gallons of gas into the Ford while he fished out a couple of Motrin for Brendon. "Wish I could give you something a little stronger for the pain but Motrin is the medicine of the Marine Corps. You sure you don’t just want to ride with us."
    "Naw." Brendon said for the second time. "I've always wanted a truck and I've grown kind of fond of this one.
    Murphy shook his head, there were car lots full of trucks that would never be driven again, but who was he to say. The Marines' pace pushed Brendon to his extreme. They most likely wouldn’t have stopped that first night if Brendon hadn't nearly skidded off the road.
    The sergeant got out of the lead truck and walked over to Brendon who was leaning over his steering wheel, a fresh bead of sweat on his forehead. "You ready for a break son?"
    "About three hours ago." Brendon answered honestly.
    "Well why didn't you say something?" The sergeant asked walking away.
    "Dickens, get the radar array up. Ramirez you have first watch."
    "It's because I'm Mexican isn't it?" Ramirez yelled.
    The sergeant stopped. "No, we go to your room on Wednesdays for Mexican food because you're Mexican and you cook like a Latin God, now shut the hell up and do your watch."
    The men smiled, this seemed to be part of a ritual the tight knit unit had.
    Brendon pointed to the dish Dickens was setting up. "What's that thing?"
    "This?" Dickens said, smacking a large plastic case. "Is our HAZARD."
    "Your HAZARD?"
    "Yeah Have Any Zombies Arrived Radar Detector, HAZARD."
    "Don’t mind him." Murphy said. "Marines are really into their acronyms, otherwise they can’t remember anything. That thing is pretty sweet though. Originally, it was used to track tanks but they dialed up the sensitivity and it