Free Resurrection by Kevin Collins

was then that he felt a pistol muzzle against the back of his head.
    “Don’t move or you’ll find yourself toes up, put the pistol down on the counter there; slowly.”
    Mark lay the weapon down and put his hands in the air.
    “Who the hell are you?”
    “My name’s Mark.”
    “In the habit of entering locked buildings are you?”
    “I’m sorry, it looked abandoned and I needed food.”
    “Well now you now it wasn’t abandoned and you’ve broken the door and now every Tom, Dick and dead guy can walk right in.”
    “I’m sorry I—“
    “Forget that, get over there and sit down.”
    Mark sat in one of the booths while the man stood across the aisle from him.
    “Is that you’re truck out there?”
    “Yes.”
    “Well you’re the guy from the roadside park; you’d be shacking up with a bunch of Wasters right now if we hadn’t come along. Where did you come from?”
    “I left Louisiana a few months back.”
    A few of months damn you must drive like grandma.”
    “No I just took my time.”
    “How are things out there?”
    “Not good, getting worse every day,” Mark answered nervously eying the pistol pointed at his face.”
    “Been pretty quiet around here, until now that is. You’re the first person, live person I mean to come down that road since I don’t know when.”
    “Yeah well I’m hoping to stay that way if you know what I mean,” Mark said waving his hand at the pistol.
    “Don’t do anything stupid and maybe you will. Who’s with you, are you expecting anyone else?’
    “Anyone else; no I’m alone.”
    “Okay, well let’s have a look at that truck of yours. No quick moves pal this thing has a hair trigger”
    Mark maneuvered his way out the door and toward his truck. The man looked inside and saw all the weapons in the back.
    “You were expecting a war? Looks like you’re ready if one comes your way; good thing I got the drop on you; but wait, you had all of these weapons and nearly lost it to a bunch of Dead Heads.”
    The man looked toward the derelict semis and whistled. Four men dressed in combat uniforms came out of hiding with rifles pointed at Mark and quickly joined the other man by Mark’s pickup.
    “He says he’s alone.”
    “What’s in the truck,” one of the men said with a deep English accent.
    “Have a look for yourself,” Mark said.
    “Nice, very nice mate, but where did you get all of the guns?”
    “He’s the guy at the rest stop last night!”
    “Look guys as much as I like reminiscing I would like to be on my way if at all possible.” Mark said.
    “Look Veto we just saved your bacon, you ain’t going nowhere.” One of the men spoke up.
    The others in the group gathered around the truck for a look and Mark took advantage of their inattention and pulled a revolver from his coat.
    “Okay, hold it all of you,” he said waving the revolver. “Move away from the truck.
    “Would you look at that, the bugger’s got a gun,” The man with the English accent said laughing.
    All of the men turned and glared at Mark but none of them raised their weapons and instead stood talking amongst themselves.
    “I need all of you to step away from the truck and nobody gets hurt,” Mark said excitedly.
    None of the men acknowledged him nor did they make any moves away from the truck.
    “Did you not hear what I said, move away from the truck; now!” Mark yelled.
    “Yeah we heard you but we weren’t sure if you were serious or not.”
    At that point the man who got the jump on him inside the store stepped over and put his hand on Mark’s shoulder.
    “Maybe that’s not such a good idea, why don’t you just give me the weapon and let’s continue our little talk?”
    “Don’t touch me, just step back or I’ll—“
    “You’ll what mate, Pull the trigger? Go ahead but I can assure you you’ll be dead before you hit the ground.”
    “Ok Nigel, step back. Alright Mark or whoever you are, I don’t believe you drove all the way from Louisiana to end up