Free The Adventures of Steve and Terry: The Zombie Chronicles by Mark de Jong Page A

group was almost out of sight. He hurried to catch up.
    The group rounded a corner and
came to a multistory department store building. Another military nest had been
set up nearby. As the group headed for an alley on the side of the building,
Steve once again stopped to investigate. Terry noticed, and quickly went to
collect the man.
    “Hey, look at this,” Steve said
when Terry got to him. The man held up a bandolier of grenades.
    “Holy crap!” Terry exclaimed.
    “There’s other stuff here, too,
man.”
    The two started rummaging, like
two fat kids in a candy store. Terry found another assault rifle and ammo. The
two were so engrossed in what they were doing they didn’t see the zombie coming
up on them.
    For a zombie, the thing was quiet.
Steve spotted it almost by accident when he turned around to look at a fifty
caliber machine gun on a turret. He screamed a high-pitched scream and stumbled
back. His girly scream got Terry’s attention, who spun.
    Robert and the group were just
starting to move the debris blocking the entrance when the loudest gunfire any
had ever heard echoed through the streets. The group all looked at each other.
With a groan, Robert realized Steve and Terry were missing.
    The group rushed to the end of the
alley to see Steve and Terry unloading on a growing horde of undead. Terry was
at a massive machine gun firing wildly into the group. Steve was behind him.
The group saw Steve pull something small from a belt he was holding and lob it
into the zombies. They all flinched as a fiery explosion scattered dead like
firewood. Steve gave a whoop at the blast.
    To everyone’s shock, Steve and
Terry seemed to be enjoying themselves. The two pudgy men were both smiling
broadly. Terry stopped firing just long enough to look back at Steve and give
him a thumbs up. Then the man went back to firing his ridiculously loud machine
gun. Steve started to fire into the horde over Terry’s shoulder.
    The group all looked at each
other. “Good god!” Matt exclaimed. “They’re insane.”
    “They’ve got to be certifiable,”
Smiles agreed.
    “I don’t know, darky,” Doyle said.
“I think they’ve got style.”
    “I told you,” the powerfully built
black man said angrily. “I’m not gonna put up with your inbred, KKK bullshit!”
    “Guys, guys,” Robert said, trying
to keep peace. “We have a bigger problem. Those two morons are drawing every
walker in the city on us.”
    “Well then, let’s get the hell out
of here!” Angela urged.
    “Yeah, leave their asses,” Dillon
agreed.
    Another explosion rocked the
buildings. Robert considered it. “We can’t. They’ve got more firepower between
them than we have in our whole group.”
    “Shit,” Smiles swore.
    “He’s got a point,” Matt said.
    “Who goes to collect the morons?”
Robert asked.
    “I’ll go,” Dillon volunteered.
    The lean man skirted out from the
alley. The two overweight men continued to fire on the growing number of
zombies like they were in a shooting gallery. Dillon reached the gun-nest the
two were in and hit Steve on the back. The man stopped firing long enough to
look over his shoulder.
    “Hey little man,” he yelled over
the sound of the machine gun.
    “What in the hell are you two
doing?!”
    Steve tapped Terry on the shoulder
and the man stopped firing and looked back. “What?” he asked, yelling even
though he had stopped firing.
    “What the hell are you two doing?”
Dillon repeated.
    “What?” Terry asked loudly,
rubbing his ear.
    “We’ve been fighting zombies for a
long time, my man.” Steve said. “But never with this kind of firepower. I mean,
look at these guns! They’re badass!”
    “Every zombie in the city has
heard you two jackasses by now. If we don’t get out of here we’re gonna be
overrun.”
    The two men looked at each other.
Steve shrugged. Terry nodded.
    “Okay,” Terry said. “Let’s get out
of here.”
    Dillon led them back to the rest
of the group, who gave the two