Free Even Zombie Killers Get The Blues (Zombie Killer Blues) by John Holmes Page B

dead?”
    “You were too busy worry about your little whore to
do the job properly, Agostine!”
    “You’re a piece of shit!” I lunged for him but Doc
and Jacob grabbed both my arms and wrestled me back. Then Peters finally got
around to unslinging his weapon. He had it halfway up before Ahmed had his
pistol pointed at his face from a few feet away. Jonesy had his pistol pointed
at the Colonel, in that stupid sideways gangbanger pose I had been trying to
break him of.
    Captain David stepped in between us all, and put his
hands up, motioning for everyone to lower their weapons. CSM Peters didn’t
lower his rifle until Ahmed had put his pistol back into its holster. The Sergeant
Major was sweating like the pig he was. “Calm down, Gentlemen. We’re all on the
same side! Right, Nick? I’m sure the Colonel, once he gets eyes on the ground
situation, will understand the risk assessment on that kind of recon. Isn’t
that right, Sir?” said Captain David, interposing himself between us and the Colonel.
 Jackass stared at Jonesy, who had a big, evil grin on his face. Then he
snapped out of it and started backing off to his helo. “Yes, sure Captain. I’ll
just do a flyby of the prison. Good job here. Get loaded up and get your men
out of here . ”

“Piece of shit pissed his pants when I drew on him. Dumbass cracker.” Jonesy
laughed loud and hard.
    Captain David ordered his guys to give us up some
ammunition for our rifles and some more clean water. “Nick, I suggest you and
your team start humping it out of here before he finds his courage again and
orders his crew chief to light you up with some machine gun fire for
insubordination.” Then the guys and the former slaves climbed into the CH-47
and rose into the sky, silhouetted against the faint dawn.
    We jogged down the road for three miles, a slow
steady pace, even though we were all exhausted. I spotted a two-story building
on the side of the road. Around it was a ring of skeletons where a zombie wave
had fought to get into the building. We slow-walked through the ground floor,
clearing each room. When we got to the stairs, we found them hacked and
shattered, which was a pretty standard way of keeping zombies out during the
plague time. There were more skeletons clustered around the bottom. Most had
neat round holes in their skulls.

“Nice shooting,” muttered Ahmed, picking up a skull and examining it. Long
blonde hair still clung to it in patches. He put it back down gently.
    Beside the stairs was a battered aluminum extension
ladder. It looked like it had fallen over instead of being placed down. Way I
figured it, someone was looting, used the ladder to get to the second floor,
and it fell. The noise from the ladder falling must have been like a dinner
gong for the local Z population.

“Shall we?” said Doc, with a motion to the ruined stairway, and he set the
ladder back up. We climbed up while Jonesy and Jacob stood guard below.

We found another skeleton lying on a couch in an upstairs office. This one was
clad in expensive Gortex hunting camouflage. The latest generation night vision
goggles hung around his neck and he had a full set of top-of-the-line body
armor. Across his chest lay a fancy tricked-out AR-15, the civilian version of
the M-16, with rails, scope, flashlight, handgrips, all the toys. The top of his
skull was missing and blood stained the wall behind the couch. There were a
couple of hundred brass casings and magazines on the floor of the window next
to the couch, piled around the top of the broken staircase. The bolt of the
weapon was locked to the rear on an empty magazine.

Saved one for himself. Better that than dying from thirst while the Zombies
waited for you outside. “All that fancy-shmancy gear and you died from being
stupid, Buddy. That’s what you get for working alone,” said Doc as pulled the
boots off the skeleton and tried them on, after pouring alcohol all over them.
“Nice fit! Just broken-in Bellevilles!”