Free Jango's Anthem: Zombie Fighter Jango #2 by Cedric Nye

trailing behind him, which caused the fuel to disgorge underneath the other tank. The fuel slowly trickled back down the parking lot and toward the road. Noticing that the openings to the underground tanks were open, he took the time to remove all four of the caps from them.
    Jango ran back to his car, and cut the body loose from the rear of the car. Then he heaved the body up over his head, and ran toward the cab of the fuel truck. When he was about ten feet away, he flung the body as hard as he could at the side of the cab. When it struck the side of the truck, the body splattered fluids everywhere. Wasting no time, he quickly climbed up into the cab and slammed the seat back forward, and then pulled the lever and drove the seat forward to strike the horn. The seat hit the end of its rails, but the seat back had missed the horn by bare inches. Cursing, he climbed back down out of the cab. He looked around, but could find nothing that would suit his purpose. Knowing he had only moments before the zombie horde would be upon him, and without a moment to spare, Jango began a butcher's work. He pulled the razor-sharp LMK from its sheath on his hip and began flaying the skin from the body of the former Mr. Banks. With the razor-sharp blade of the custom knife, Jango peeled great strips of skin and flesh from the cold body, which he then flung up against the wall of the filling station, and onto the glass of the window. The gobbets and strips of meat stuck and slid as they hit the glass windows and the brick wall of the gas station. By the time he finished his task, he had turned the storefront into an abattoir that would be sure to draw the horde of zombies into his trap. Jango paused for a moment as he remembered an old proverb that warned people about looking into the abyss. He shrugged his shoulders, and said with a grin, “Needs must, when the zombies are at your door.”
    Jango quickly ran to his car and grabbed a handful of paper towels , which he duct-taped to a box of shotgun shells. He left himself a strip of tape about 18 inches long, which he folded in half length-wise so that there would be no adhesive showing.  He quickly twisted the paper towels into a rope, and frayed the end with his fingers until it was fuzzy. The finished result looked almost like a flower. He jumped back in his car, and drove it around to the back of the building. He put the vehicle in park, but left it idling as he ran back around the side of the building so he could see the zombies when they arrived.
    Jango pulled the butane lighter out of his pocket as he waited. He looked around and made sure that his way would be clear, so that when he was ready to leave there would be no surprises. The portion of the parking lot that he had parked the vehicle in was out of sight from the front, but led straight to Main Street, which came down from the casino that was perched high on top of the hill.
    He decided that he would simply drive down the street, and turn left on the 69, which he would take south all the way to the I-17. Jango had fixated on Phoenix, and that was where he would be headed when he finished his work at the filling station.
    In a few moments, the screeching army of undead were pouring around the side of the mountain, and rushing the front of the gas station. The volume and pitch of their unearthly wails was almost too much for him to bear. Even against the horror of their screams, Jango held his position until he felt it was time to act. He lit the flower with his disposable lighter, and watched the paper towel burst into flame. Quickly stepping around the edge of the building, he whirled the weighted flaming mass around his head twice before launching it in the direction of the zombies. The flames engulfed the paper towel, and weighted by the five rounds of 12gauge buckshot, the package flew in a high arc and landed directly beside the fuel truck in the very midst of the zombie horde.
    The moment the flaming projectile had left his