Free Stung (Zombie Gentlemen) by K.A. Merikan Page B

to do with explosives, and he didn’t want
to end up dead days before accomplishing his mission, just because he was
impatient to open a small container. Now he remembered, ‘Bricks’ was what they
called the boy.
    “The label says it’s talc,” the woman told Crunch,
pouting with a soft sigh. “Mix it with water or any other drink. Make sure as
many men as possible have some so that they won't be a problem when we attack.”
    “Best you just mix the whole thing in a big pot of
tea or something. Don’t bother measuring it,” added Bricks, playfully biting on
the end of his dreadlock. His big, blue eyes fixed on Crunch’s face.
    Crunch knew that look all too well. Was this
whole fucking army full of eager boy arses? Not that he minded, but he
needed to focus, and with the lady standing right next to them, he could hardly
flirt. “Whatcha mean by ‘won’t be a problem’? Come on, information. Like drunk,
dead, what?”
    “Like sleeping, or dead,” the woman said with a
grim look on her face.
    “Depends on how greedy they are.” Bricks grinned.
His short trousers weren’t the best choice for the cool night, but he didn’t
seem to mind. Crunch just hoped his handsome informer wouldn’t get those firm
calves bitten, because he sure was eager to get to know him better after they
overtook Honeyhill.
    “There’s too many of them, but I’ll get the big
guys and bosses so that it’s easy to kill off all the other dimwits.”
    “No, this powder’s strong.” The woman interrupted
him with a headshake. “Just make sure as many as possible have it. Distributing
it among the chosen few will only have them dead.”
    Crunch furrowed his eyebrows. “I didn’t say others
wouldn’t get it. I wasn’t chosen for this mission because I’m dumb.” He knew it
was a bit harsh, the moment he said it, but he was under so much pressure
already!
    If the female informant was offended, she didn’t
show it. “As I said, from the information you provided us with, this amount
should be more than enough.”
    “And then we’ll be celebrating on Saturday.”
Bricks shoved his hands down his trouser pockets.
    “Oh yeah?” Crunch took a deeper breath. “Keep
yarself alive then.” He looked down at the tin, and he could now make out an
oriental-inspired picture of a fox.
    “I could get you some proper talc if you need it,”
Bricks told him, and the woman groaned.
    “For the love of God. Bricks, behave yourself.”
    “Why’d I need talc?” Crunch frowned, completely at
loss.
    “Because of all that leather you wear.” Bricks’
eyes twinkled as he nodded at Crunch’s crotch.
    Crunch opened his lips in shock, but before he
could say anything, there was a clank of metal, and he realized the woman
opened the fence for him.
    "Right," he said, fastening the bag with
the tin to a strap on his jacket and slid out of the fenced walkway without
another word. He bared his machete again and glanced back, only to see a beam
of moonlight slide over Bricks' smiling face as he followed his companion into
the shadows. Seeing a pretty boy like that only reminded Crunch of the lad he
needed to protect in Honeyhill.
     
     
     

 
    Chapter
5
     
    Victor arched his back, carrying two cylindrical
devices made of iron to the small shed he was working in that day. Each of them
was the size of a sitting German Shepherd and soon, Victor’s fingers were
aching with the effort of keeping the machines over the grass. With a soft
grunt, he put them on the ground and started shaking his arms so that the blood
would flow back to his ghastly yellowish fingers. One of the guards was leaning
against the outer wall, watching Victor with half-lidded eyes. His jaw kept
moving at a steady pace.
    For the first time since coming here, Victor was
on the hill, and he tried not to look at the nearby domes, because there were
more than one, all joined with corridors of glass and steel. Stretched out on
the plain ahead, the structures looked like dew drops on