Free The Last Gallon by William Belanger Page B

reload 2-3 times before she made it around the bend at this rate, if he didn’t run up and just jump on board. She made the decision to go ahead and try to put him down for good.
    Kara stepped on the brakes and grabbed the TCM. She slammed the truck into neutral and popped the door open. As she did 2 9mm rounds rocketed through the door. She pressed back against her seat as if it would provide any protection at all. When the fire ceased she popped out from around the door pillar and levelled her gun at the lone gun man. He was bleeding profusely and clearly in bad shape as he fumbled trying to get a mag out of his pouch and into the MAC. She took her time and aimed a shot center-mass.
    Ken’s double vision made loading a gun disproportionally hard. He kept picking the wrong one and ramming the magazine through the empty air. As he struggled his heart-rate went up which in turn caused him to pump more blood out of the holes in his body. He knew his time was up and was just about to throw the damn gun down when the kill shot came in. “Thank you” he whispered as he fell backwards into the darkness.
    With the threat down Kara got moving again. She could hear alarm klaxons sounding from inside the quarry and knew her shots had drawn the unwanted attention she so did not desire. Without the fear of being shot she was able to get the truck down the path a little more efficiently and was soon lumbering up to the girls. Cassie was so pissed she was surprised there wasn’t fire coming out of her eyes with the glare she had.
    Kara slowed enough for the 3 to jump into the back; Cassie of course, had to get up front so she could chew Kara’s ass off for acting alone. Amazingly she didn’t. She got in the truck, punched Kara on the arm and said “You crazy ass bitch!” and let out a laugh.
    The girls sped out of the quarry and soon there was another truck giving chase. Sissy, Miko, and Greta poured enough lead in their direction to make them realize they could just make more booze. You can’t shine from the grave, but you can live another day! The truck screeched to a halt and the girls had a non-eventful drive home.
    The commander allowed the girls to have a little bit of a party that night. They had captured 150 gallons of 100+ proof moonshine. It wasn’t much considering their population but it wasn’t a democracy either so most of them would never see another drop. Kara enjoyed the buzz and she really didn’t hate her company either. She realized that everyone was just out there trying to survive. These scummy gangs were probably a mix of every walk of life back in the day. Situations make people into strange interpretations of what they thought they were. A pseudo-military quasi-lesbian school girl gang wasn’t such a farfetched idea in a world like this. Kara realized she was drunk and decided to hit the sack; she needed to find Cindy and get the hell out of here before she ended up with Stockholm syndrome.

 
    Chapter 10- Dinner is escaping
    The next morning the routine began again except Kara was now on the assignments sheet instead of being called out. She staggered over to the list and saw she was on cattle feeding detail. Part of her was happy; going on patrol with this raging headache would be difficult. On the other hand, shovelling cow shit would probably be a disaster too.
    She was pointed over to a woman who wore a cowboy hat along with her school girl outfit for directions on how to proceed. The woman, who introduced herself as Gigi explained the process. “You just go in the stables, fill up the feed, and clean up the stalls. Sometimes you gotta hose ‘em off as they will roll around in their own shit. Dirty animals they are.” Kara nodded and proceeded to the stable to get her long, stinky day started. As she walked away Gigi yelled out “You packin’?” Kara got a puzzled look on her face as she tapped at her back indicating she was. Gigi smiled and said “Good, sometime’s they’ll try to kill