Free The Search for Ball Zero by Tony Dormanesh Page B

said, surprisingly focused, starring in the
front
    door. But they finished the bullet anyways.
Then they were finally ready to go.
    The three burst in the front door, and
started yelling for some reason. They
    didn’t plan to yell, but once they hit the
door they all did spontaneously.
    There was one hobo “shopping” in the rubble.
Eric and Perry ran by him so fast
    he spun around and fell on the ground.
    Three hundred pounds plus, Juicy was
trailing behind, when he ran by, the hobo asked drunkenly,“Hey man,
did you just see a real bright light?”
    “ Get the shit on your list
and get out.” Eric and Perry spread out in the sporting
    goods section, like pros. Eric grabbed a
cart that only had 3 good wheels. While Perry was quickly grabbing
camping supplies, he felt his phone vibrate. He paused and took it
out to check, five missed calls and twenty text messages. “Ohh
shit” He thought, his heart was already going 1000 miles an hour,
“What could this be?”
    All the calls were from Missy. That calmed
him down a bit, she can freak out for no reason. He checked the
texts and just from the message previews he saw a lot “Fuck”s and
“Prick”s.
    Text 1, “You fucking prick! I heard Juicy
got an 8 ball, you guys better not do one line without me!!”
    Text 2, “You prick fuck! You know coke is my
favorite old school drug right now. I’m coming over!!”
    There was no reason for Perry to read any
more, he knew it was 8 more of the same version of those texts. He
finished grabbing the camping supplies by sweeping his arm across a
shelf and pushing the rest of the supplies over the edge and into
his open bag. It felt like he’d only seen people do that in movies.
“I always wanted to do that.” He thought.
    His bag was heavy now, he hopped it over his
shoulder and lugged his way over
    to Eric, throwing the bag in the cart. Juicy
was just getting there, out of breath and sweating profusely. He
had his phone out.
    “ Missy’s on her
way.”
    “ What the fuck?!” Eric and
Perry questioned, screaming in chorus again.
    “ She wanted to know where
we were.”
    “ And you told her were out
robbing Walmart?”
    Juicy stuttered, “Um, yea, kinda.”
    “ Ohh. My. God. You fucking
dumbass!!”, Eric yelled, still filling up his cart.
    “ She wanted..” Juicy tried
to explain.
    Perry had a hammer and interrupted by
smashing the glass front of the gun rack. He quickly starting
picking the locks and after a few seconds he had a rifle unlocked
and was already onto the next, unlocking a shotgun. Perry’s expert
lock picking skills on full display for no one but himself to
witness.
    Eric continued going at Juicy, berated him
like he always did,”She wanted coke! We all know you want to fuck
Perry’s coke fiend of a girlfriend and would do anything for her
you fucking coked out puppy dog! But why wouldn’t you just have her
meet us at our place, of just let her boyfriend deal with her!”
    Perry was done with the guns, and with one
giant two handed scooping motion
    he threw a big splash of ammo into the cart.
“Let’s go.”
    They took off, Perry and Eric pushing the
cart. Juicy jogging in front, clearing
    the path. Juicy had Bessie the shotgun
around his shoulders on a strap the whole time, he stopped running
and pulled it out. He held it up and pumped a shell into the
chamber. It made a cool sounding CHCK CHCK. He looked over his
shoulder at the other two.
    “ I like to keep this
handy,” Juicy said with a smile on his face,”for close
encounters.”
    “ I heard that.” The Eric
and Perry chorus replied.
    They all took off, heading for the front
doors. They all, individually, but simultaneously thought how much
this was like a movie.
    Juicy was leading the way, jogging, at every
aisle he would jerk, swinging his
    gun left or right, like he was making sure
no Aliens were there, or security guards. At one aisle, he grabbed
a yellow bag and tossed backwards over his head high into the air,
vaguely in the