Free Zombie Fighter Jango #1 The Road to Hell Is Paved With Zombies by Cedric Nye

the tears from her face.
    “You are one seriously deranged individual, Jango!” Sonja chuckled, and almost burst into another fit of laughing when she looked at him and saw that he was still waving the broom at her while he made zombie faces.
    “So what should I do?” She asked him. “If the sword is crap, what will a little knife do to help me?”
    Jango suddenly realized that he hadn’t really explained why he took the Spine Cutter ; he realized that he had only told her why NOT to get a sword. That was another aspect of his messed-up mental processes. He unconsciously believed in thought-projection, or a kind of universal knowledge. He unconsciously assumed that if he knew something, everyone else must know it as well.
    He took a breath, dropped the broom, and took his stick out from under his arm.“Okay,” Jango began, “I took the knife for other reasons. This knife is just as worthless for ganking goobers as the sword is.”
    “The thing about a good knife, though, is that you can make weapons with it. Like my stick, for example. It’s excellent for putting zombies down permanently. You use your stick right, a hard strike to their skull will cause instant destruction of their brains. Then it’s lights out for the nasty bastards. You can also make traps, and cut rope, and do all kinds of other stuff with a knife, too.”
    Sonja leaned to look into the case full of knives. After a moment or two, she reached in and grabbed a small, elegant looking knife that had a sweeping curve to the handle just behind the blade. The grip scales were a soft orange shade of tan, and it had a black Kydex sheath.
    The knife seemed familiar to Jango, and he leaned in for a closer look. “Ha!” He said out loud.
    “What, what?” Sonja asked him.
    “Oh, no big deal. I just recognized that knife, well, the style, anyway.” Jango had seen that same knife on another YouTube channel. He figured the G&J Gun House must have had a manager who was a fan of the YouTube knife making community, and had stocked some of their work.
    He explained to Sonja where he had seen the knife. “Yeah, look at the little symbol on the blade, right there.” He pointed to the blade. There was a small symbol, a stylized “LMK” etched into the blade near the grip.
    “That “LMK” stands for LMarshall Knives. He had a little knife making business, and this knife is one of his AEB-L stainless steel knives.” Jango finished his story with, “Those little knives are gnarly and tough. NICE choice!”
    Sonja blushed as she clipped the knife and sheath to her belt.
    “So what were you saying about sticks?” She asked him after a few moments of silence. “You said that if someone uses a stick right, then it is bad ass. Well, what is the right way to use a stick?”
    Jango pointed to the wall just to the left of the swords she had been looking at earlier. “You see those?” He asked her, pointing at several things that looked like canes, or lumpy sticks. The difference was that they appeared to be made out of some kind of plastic.
    “Those are Cold Steel Shillelaghs,” he told her. He had recognized them when he spotted them earlier. He had been impressed with the videos he had seen on YouTube of their performance.
    “ I saw some demonstrations on YouTube.” Jango looked embarrassed for a moment. Even though he avoided people like the plague because of the threat he believed all people posed to him, he still craved the human connection. YouTube had been the only way he could connect in any way with other human beings. He had always been embarrassed about his inability to function well in social situations. He shook himself out of his thoughts, and finished his pitch to Sonja.
    “A stick, see, t hat’s something you can use that won’t get stuck in bone. AND, since zombies don’t seem to be all that interested in defending themselves, they just keep coming at you, so you can use your whacking stick to keep one off of you.”
    He demonstrated