Free Undead Fleshcrave: The Zombie Trigger by Jim Goforth Page B

appeared on the verge of totally losing her mind and Black's offhanded emotionless remark lanced her like a literal weapon.         
    "How...how can you say that? He...just...killed a person! An innocent bystander, a homeless man!"         
    "Ah shit, we don't know for sure he's innocent of anything, skulking in a dark alley and jumping out at people," Tempest drawled. "Besides, no point crying over spilled blood, we've bigger fish to fry. Like making sure that very little more blood gets spilled. Understand that?"         
    "You...you're..." Julietta's voice trailed off with a high-pitched gasping sound of dismay and she turned her eyes away, averting them from Tempest, Black, Dax, and the body of the vagrant on the ground.         
    "Let's not stand around playing the who's right and who's wrong game," suggested one of the women in black, this one a tall, strongly built number with her long hair flowing in waves over her shoulders, a black bar piercing through her eyebrow and black lipstick adorning her full lips. "Move, that way."          
    She gestured toward the darker end of the alley, towards the back of the venue, past the dead or dying hobo man.         
    Seth was surprised that the security entourage hadn't yet emerged in a furious flock from the door, rampaging out into the alley.         
    Perhaps they’d either opted to stay and tend to their handless compatriot, or elected to go to the front entrance of the bar. Maybe they hadn't counted on those they chased to be armed with the type of weapons that would shear a man’s hand right off. They could have gone back to reconsider or to regroup. Or to arm themselves with comparable weapons or some with more lethal strike power.         
    Whatever the case, Seth knew Black Lipstick Girl was right and they needed to abscond pronto.          
    He was in a stunned cocoon of shock over Dax's impulsively violent actions and he didn't particularly want to leave the man dead, or worse, still alive and mortally wounded just lying there, but nor did he want to die himself. However, if the zombie hordes spilled out of the Undead Fleshcrave room and swarmed them that was exactly what was going to occur.          
    "You aren't...you're just going to leave him? Isn't someone going to call for help?" Julietta was astounded.          
    "I killed him!" Dax said. "It was an accident, but it wasn't, you know what I mean? I'm fucked if the police come!"         
    "Look, if those motherfucking zombies get out before we can get back and do what's gotta be done he is dead anyway. And that’s with or without your buddy going all Varg Vikernes on his ass," Black growled. "Can't do anything for him now."         
    Without warning, he drew his katana and punched it straight down in one rapid thrust.
The point of the blade penetrated the vagrant's throat and any further query about his state of existence was quelled in one shocking second.          
    "Better for him to go like that than to be helpless fodder for the fiends," Black said simply.          
    "How..." Julietta was momentarily speechless before she regained a slight grip on her faculties. "How do you keep justifying what you're doing?"          
    "Zombie apocalypse,” Tempest said plainly. "That is what the fuck we are going to be dealing with if you people keep standing around with stupid-ass questions. Like your friend said, it was a mistake. An accident. A bad one, but trust me, those are going to happen. At least his reflexes are going to keep him alive when the shit hits the fan even harder than it already has. Your questions and your standing around bleating are not going to keep you alive."          
    "Don't..." Seth bit his tongue, despising himself for not being able to stand up and finish advising Tempest not to speak to Julietta like that, but ultimately he