Kid of sins

Chapter 3: Rescue

* In the survivor small town of BigFlo somewhere inside a hotel an act was taking place that repels most humans. Cannibalism. It would be easy to quickly judge people who engage in such an act by saying "It is immoral", or "How did a human being come to be?" But that would be to have a reductive idea of the thing. Where he was Dixon needed it more than anything to live. His meal of the day was a mature black man who had been brought to him from the shed. No injection, no drugs, he had killed him with his bare hands and was already starting to devour him while the girl next to him was getting very scared. The other girls, on the other hand, who were in his bed had already given up all attempts to resist him *.

-I'm going to get killed. * thought the young teenager sitting at the back *.

* Nothing could have stopped this meal, at least almost *.

-Dixon it is a disaster. * Shouted one of the militiamen who stormed in the room*.

- You moron, where you interrupted me in the middle of a meal. For the trouble I will devour your family.

-So ... Sorry but look out the window.

-What now ?

* He walked to the window and couldn't believe his eyes *.

-But but .... We are under attack.

* A hundred zombies, a whole horde walked quietly in the city and headed for the hotel where he was *.

-No. * He said, looking better *. That's all Shed Zombies. Who released them. * He yelled *.

- I don't know. * Replied the frightened Militiaman *.

-Tch and who is this b***h who struts in the middle of the street.

* For a while a rather particular musical tune hovered over the city. The girl in question was a blonde in fatigues. She had attached her jacket to the belt and held an M-16 assault rifle over her shoulder as she chewed up some chewing gum. The girl walked at her own pace and the zombies seemed to follow her. The frightened inhabitants of the surrounding houses stayed at home. A young boy stuck his head out of the window out of curiosity and she gave him a friendly smile *.

-But who the f**k is this ... Hey s**t come on, go kill her.

* It all started 24 hours ago in one of the many abandoned houses in the area. Clark and Midas had made an inventory of the weapons they had left. Next to Siren in front of his TV program eating a Hamburger *.

-You have a hell of a lot of gear. Did you h****k an army truck or what?

- Better not that you know. Your equipment is not convenient though. * Said Midas looking at the machete *.

-I was an Indiana Jones fan. * He said with an amused smile *. We're gonna have to get our friend Dixon out of his hole and stick a bullet to him.

-If tempted that she crosses his head. * Said Midas, patting his forehead *.

-Any ideas for diversions? * Clark suggested *.

-I have one of them ...

-No way. * Said Siren *.

-But I haven't said yet ....

-I didn't say question. Playing human is not fun for me like you are. * She said, glaring at him *.

-Ah lala you have no sense of the thrill you.

-Good I guess the second bulletproof vest is for me. * Said Clark *.

- Do as you want it is of no use to me.

* She ends up lying on the sofa under the sighing gaze of her brother *.

-Bah I guess it will be just the two of us.

*So the next day the two men went to the parking lot except that the guard had tripled in the meantime. Observing from the outside with Midas binoculars marked the targets*.

-Said why are you doing that? * Clark asked *.

-Helping you ? It's because....

-I'm not talking about that. Why are you behaving so soberly as a human? Obviously you and your sister are Evos so why play human.

*A smile appeared on Midas lips*

-Well I have several reasons but if I had to name one it is that the human being fascinates me.

- Fascinates you?

-Yes. How do you manage to live in such limiting and reducing bodies? You have less strength, less vitality, less stamina and yet you continue to live by your rules.

-Ha, there must be 3 hundreds of philosophical books that would answer you why, but unfortunately I haven't read a single one. That said if you want to play human that's fine with me as long as your sister doesn't go crazy. Come on let's move.

* The two men descended from their high position and sneaked up to the building. Armed with their combat knives, they silently killed the sentinels around by slaughtering them *.

-Shhhhh. * shut Midas by lengthening the body *.

-You wanted to see how humans fight, no. Well let's go.

* Armed with an assault rifle and a pistol in the leg, they suddenly entered the parking lot and began to shoot anything that moved. Most of the militiamen unprepared were hit by bullets but the others hid behind the vehicles *.

-Tch amateurs. * Said Clark smiling. *

* He ducked down and pulled under the cars to reach the ankles of the guards. They collapsed in pain before dying from a bullet in the chest or head *.

- Damn, where do these motherfuckers come from?

-Wait are they soldiers?

-The army found us?

-Nothing to give a f**k, shoot.

* But our two friends were too quick for them. Slipping between the vehicles, the bullets which brushed against them did not disconcert them. Well, almost Midas had a smile on his face from the start of the shooting *.

-I think I'm starting to understand why you're fighting Mr. Clark.

-Stay Focus Boy.

-Yes sir. * He answered enthusiastically *.

* They got rid of the last guards and reloaded their weapons before heading to the shed. Except that*....

-What the ....

- Looks like we're too late. * Says Midas *.

- Damn it is empty. s**t. * Clark said, hitting the wall *.

-Or not. Look at those traces of blood. They look fresh to me. If so, they just ran away and most of the guards followed them.

-Most ? I doubt those were surely a big part of the troop.

-It depends. What's at the top of the Parking? * Asked Midas *.

-The mall of course.

-What are we waiting for ?

-In fact you handle the gun too well for a teenager of your age you know that?

-And you the way you hold your gun is not fooling anyone. * Retorted Midas smirk *.

* Having said that Midas was right. Up inside the mall several militiamen including Nick had surrounded a door leading to the cold room *.

-Come on Jacky be reasonable. Get out of it and no one will be hurt.

-We are not in a hostage situation, agent.

-Very funny. But my patience has limits. Get out of there.

-Come and look for us or will freeze the loaves here in the cold room.

-Dirty stupid soldier.

-I was maybe a soldier but at least I was proud. You just became the b***h of an evo. I hope your little white ass is doing well.

- f**k you son of a b***h. I count to 5 and you get out of there.

-Are you going to start from Zero? * Jackson asked screaming *.

-5 seconds Jacky not one more.

-And I will count to 3.

* Without realizing it Clark had snuck behind him and pointed his gun at the back of his neck. The latter had even taken out a cigarette to smoke *.

-The first who moves we burry him...

* By reflex one of the guards turned and aimed at Clark but a bullet went through his head. A little further back Midas was in Sniper position with his rifle, watching for any movement *.

-Hell....

- Looks like you didn't understand me. We kill you, if you make a dangerous move. Tch one would think oneself among Amerindians.

* He put his gun away and walked to the door *.

-Hey Jacky. It's over, put your gun away.

* While he was a few centimeters from the door a rifle barrel went through a hole and shot him. Seeing this Midas panicked *.

- Mr. Clark.

* A somewhat coated black man came out of the room armed with a shotgun, screaming. He had a shaved head and was wearing a white shirt and short. However all the others militiamen were on their knees. He then looked at the ground and saw Clark coughing up blood *.

-Eh shiiiiit. Clark, damn it's okay ?

-Of course not i***t you probably broke me a rib.

-It's nothing bro the vest absorbed the impact.

* At the same time Midas landed looking worried *.

-Hey you are fine. * He asked *.

-Not all bathed. After a shot like that I want to swim in happiness.

- You are not nice eh.

* Clark removed his bulletproof guard as the people locked in the cold room walked out one after the other. There were more than thirty of them which surprised him a bit. Taking advantage of this brief moment of respite one of the guards got up and ran towards the exit. Midas reflexively turned to stick a bullet at him but Nick blocked him against the wall *.

-Let him go, he's just a kid.

* The young man hit him with the butt in the head which made him faint *.

-Sorry, I can't control my strength.

-Tie them morons. What did you do if they shot you eh.

-Sorry.

* Midas did so and tied up the survivors while Jackson helped his friend stand *.

-Why did he look so scary when Nick rushed over him? * Clark wondered *. It was full of .... Hate?

-We have to move before the rest of the troop returns.

- We should arm ourselves. * Said one of the survivors *. The discount ...

- Bad plan, it became a Zombie pantry. * Said Clark *. And they took all the weapons ...

-But all the Z's are cloistered in the same place, aren't they? One or two grenades and you're done.

-He is rather extreme your mate. * Said Midas amused *.

* They gave weapons to the survivors, ordering them to watch the militiamen. A small group came down to apply the plan *.

-You are ready ?

* This is where they made a disturbing new discovery *.

-I don't know if I should be happy or sad. * Says Jackson *.

-And the fate of the grenade refused to be fulfilled. * Quote Midas *.

- Wasn't the shed supposed to be packed full of Zombies?

* But there was nothing. Nothing at all. Nothing except that bewitching whistle in the air *.

* End of chapter *.