it in park and opened my door as I
agreed with him. Bo, Donald, Howard and
Gizmo all lined up with me ready for whatever
came up. We quietly walked up to the windows
of the front of the store while keeping eyes all
around. We all put our faces up to the windows
and looked in for a few seconds.
“Looks alright.” Bo stated.
“There is still something.” I whispered as my
breath fogged up the window.
Bo jerked his head back quickly and backed
up. “Nope, let’s go!”
“What!” Gizmo stated backing away.
“Look behind the counter!” Bo told us.
At least six rotters wandered around behind
the counter and peered at us through the
windows. The small hinged bar that was able to
be lifted to let them out had been put down so
they couldn’t get out from behind it.
“There doesn’t look like there is much left on
the shelves anyway.” I said backing away.
Bo made his way to the underground tank
and peered down into it. “Someone has already
got this gas. We could check the cars.” He
stated.
Gizmo placed the small hose from his back
pocket into one of the gas tanks while Howard
grabbed a gas can from the truck. He brought it
to him and the two teamed up to suck out the
bit of gas in both cars.
Bo watched the front of the store and Donald
and I stood at the corners of the front of the
store and did the same.
“Got all we could.” Gizmo put the gas can in
the back.
“Hey guys! Hustle your ass, let’s get the fuck
out of here!” Donald shouted taking off at a full
sprint.
We looked at each other and followed him.
Donald took the Dukes of Hazard approach to
getting in and left us all wondering what the
hell his deal was. We all opened our doors and
got in and I started the Tahoe. I put it in reverse
and turned to move out of the parking lot when
a horde of at least sixty of the rotten mother
fuckers seemed to have jumped in front of us.
“Bitch, you could have let m
e know there
was a few dozen of the assholes coming, we
could have gotten out of here a little faster!” I
reamed him for no warning.
I backed up again and made my way around
the moving herd of them. A few of them
reached out and scraped their wanting hands
across the Tahoe.
“Damn, watch the paint job!” Gizmo belted
out to me.
I looked at him in disbelief of the stupid
statement, he laughed at the joke he had made
and his smile diminished quickly when I hit a
rotter and it rolled up onto the hood. If I would
have been going faster than what I was, it
probably would have come through. I hit the
brakes and sat up straight in the seat.
“That was fucking great!” Bo and Gizmo
said almost at the same time.
The carful laughed while the rotter rolled off.
I backed up again and made my way around
him trying to get to his feet and moved on down
the road.
“Let’s hit one more and we will stop by
Lowe’s and see if the girls are still there, if not
we will get back to the store to meet them.” I
told my group.
The next store was an actual grocery store. I
pulled up right out front and Bo and Howard
jumped out and put their faces up to the glass
and cupped their hands to see in.
“Looks okay!” Bo stated. “Some stuff on the
shelves, a few things we could probably take
back with us.
I shut off the Tahoe and walked around the
front of it. Bo and Howard made their way to
the doors that were supposed to open when you
walked close to them.
“Crowbar maybe?” Bo requested.
Gizmo grabbed a crowbar from the back and
made his way to the door with Donald. I stood
back and watched for anything approaching
while Bo worked to pry open the door.
“Hell yeah!” Bo shouted as the doors came
off their tracks and he made a big enough
opening to get in.
We all made our way in, but now had open
doors.
“Howard and Donald, stay here and guard
the doors. Bo and Gizmo take that side and I’ll
take over here.” I pointed out.
I went up and down the register aisles and
pocketed some gum and candy
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