Kid of sins

Chapter 2: Debugging

* The town of BigFlo is one survivor town among many. At first deserted because of the disaster it was built as survivors gathered around the gas station which was then the only building in the area. By going here Clark hoped to be able to refuel and resume his journey but unfortunately for him a militia took control of the city. And as if that weren't enough he was now strapped to a chair in a garage by two teenagers he had picked up by the side of the road *.

-Well it was hot. Sorry for tying you up * say Midas *.

-Nan quiet I'm used to. Do you have a cigarette?

-What do we do with him? * Asked Siren *.

-It's rather me, what am I going to do with you? What are you, Evos? You wear an army uniform so that would surprise me.

-What is an Evo? * Asked Siren *.

-You come from Mars my word. Okay, untie me and we can discuss quietly.

-Do not even think about it.

- What are you afraid of? I saw you twist these guys' heads like it was cotton. Do I look like John Rambo with my template?

- I had you to be discreet. *Said Midas*

-You can speak the traveling driver.

-Well you untie me or do I have to call my lawyer?

-Ah sorry.

* Midas pulled out a knife and untied Clark's The latter immediately went to his car *.

-You come ? We're not going to spend night here.

-When to go.

* His sister gave a blaze rale and followed him. Clark circled the city, being careful to avoid militia patrols. He arrived in the underground parking lot of a shopping center where he parked just downstairs *.

-Where are we? * Asked Midas *.

-In a parking lot.

-No swear? * Said Siren *. I hadn't noticed.

-Before the disaster I needed a place where I could nursery and where I could store my stuff.

-Before the disaster you say? What were you doing for a job? * Asked Siren *.

-Concierge.

* He walked to a door at the end of a dark hallway and took the key out of his pocket *.

-You are going to stand out with your trellises will have to ....

* He barely had time to finish when the door opened letting a hungry zombie appear. Caught off guard he barely had time to duck as Midas give him a punch that tossed him in the back of the shed. Clark sat on the floor was still in shock *.

-What the hell was that? Hey s**t.

* He got up and immediately locked the door. Screams and noises could be heard from the other side, nail clawing and jaw snapping *.

-What is happening ? * Asked Midas one can confuse *.

-They have changed my landmark to a pantry.

-What the hell are you doing here?

* Two militiamen on patrol had spotted them and held them in aim. With a step Siren jumped on them reducing the distance that separated them and took them in double lariat *.

-She just broke a world record there? * Clark wondered *.

* Once on the ground she stomped on the throat of one of them and was going to crush the skull of another but Clark stopped her *.

-NO. I need this one alive

-What's the point ?

-I have some questions for this asshole.

* She looked into Midas' eyes who nodded at her and let out a sigh *.

-You're lucky Asshole. * She said before knocking him out *.

* In the morning, a group of militiamen met at the entrance of the city. Not hearing from their checkpoint they had come to see what was going on but the guards were all dead *.

-Holy s**t what happened here? I had asked to be told about everything that happened.

-Sorry as they had not given any news we thought they had too much booze. We discovered the bodies this morning.

-That's the problem you thought ... * He said looking at the bodies *. Some of them have the skull to break no bullet impact.

-Do you think a monster has entered the city?

-No that would surprise me. * He said as he inspected the gun magazines *. They would have taken out the heavy artillery otherwise.

-And how do you know all this Nick? * Asked one of them *.

-I was a cop before the disaster. It doesn't make me feel younger to investigate the deaths of my friends.

-We warn the boss?

- No need to hunt them down ourselves. Form search groups and alert the patrols.

-Understood.

-Looks like our peaceful days are far behind us.

* In the early morning return to square one. The guy who had been captured was opening his eyes little by little but everything was blurry in his head *.

-Where am I ? Who are you ?

-He finally opens his eyes. You should knock him out not put him in a coma. * Says Midas *.

- He is not dead, are you happy? Hey old man, he just woke up.

* The guy hearing Siren's voice started to shake on his own. Clark walked out with a half-cracked can of sausage *.

- Don't let her come near me. * The guy yelled *.

-Oh fantastic. You can dispose.

-Would have to stop giving us orders as if we were your puppies. * Siren told him threateningly *.

-I never give orders. * He said casually *. Not in a lease. Come on go out we have to.

-Ok ok I will inspect the car. * says Midas *.

-And I'll see what's interesting about that damn TV.

* They went out leaving the two men alone *.

- Where the f**k are we? * Asked the guy *.

-You know what's crazy about the apocalypse? * He said while eating his canned food *. It is because we find more empty houses than it seems. People have fled everywhere, you just have to come in and install yourself.

- Untie me.

-For that you have to tell me what you know.

- Go f**k yourself, you can die.

* Clark let out a sigh and put down his box before heading to the tool box *.

-You know during WWII the Japanese had a very effective torture technique on Korean women and even in general if they thought you were a spy.

* The guy stood firm trying to keep his cool but he shivered as the brunette pulled a hammer out of the crate before staring at him with a smirk covered in ulterior motives *.

- Seen your face you must be Asian type eh?

* His face immediately tightened *.

-I hate those bastards.

* The young man then noticed that he had bare feet. Clark hit him hard on his right foot with a hammer and he screamed like a maniac *.

-I don't give a damn about you. I'll start over with all your friends until I have my answers.

* A bone cracking sound was heard for the other foot as blood spurted out everywhere. As he cried in agony Clark light a cigarette to pass the time *

-When I'm done with your arms I can start the interview.

-Why are you doing this? * He said in tears *.

* He took out a key from his pocket, obviously that of his Bunker, which he showed to the young man *.

-This key. There are only two of us to have a copy. And see have changed my discount to an amusement park for zombie.

-Was fine. * He moans *. He forced us to do it.

-Who is that?

-The evolved. Dixon. A former death row inmate he was infected with the virus but he managed to tame the force in him.

-Thank you I know what an evo is.

-A few months ago when we arrived we were looking for a place to hide out we had attracted the attention of a lot of them. The guy who ran the shed agreed to help you out by giving us some guns.

-Jackson what a jerk. * Clark sighed *.

-But we couldn't have suppressed the Infected assault without Dixon, there were too many of them. He was a real monster.

- It is after that shut goin on eh ?

-This guy has gone completely crazy. He decided to take control of the city. He created the militia and instituted a curfew. Those who do not follow his orders are thrown into the shed with the other infected.

-What happened to Jacky and the others.

-The owner was locked in the basement with the others. They are fed from day to day according to the remains that Dixon wants to give them.

-Tch back to square one eh.

-I told you everything I knew untie me.

-Yes do not worry.

* A gunshot rings out in the room. Midas was glancing at the car's engine when he was joined by Clark *.

-So he spoke before he died or he died before he spoke?

-It doesn't matter anymore. Finally more and more evos are starting to settle in the cities. It's boring.

-The evos are not these humans who would tame the virus in their body?

- In fact it is quite different. You and your sister are the same, no why are you asking me? * He said, crushing his cigarette *. Finally these assholes have superhuman strength too.

-Not the type to die of a bullet in the head, eh?

-You'll laugh but it's possible if the bullet manages to pierce his skull.

-Yes ? Well I guess it's still a zombie too.

* The rest of the day the group hung out in the ghost house as the militia guys searched all over town for them. They watched reruns of programs broadcast by satellite TV, eating what they had left of food. For their part, the militia guys had ended up finding the body of their guard in the shed *.

-Nick comes to see.

-No doubt it's an Evo. The question is, what are intentions. * Said one of them *.

-The real question is, is he as Tyrant and strong as Dixon? * Said Nick *.

-As tyrant as who? * Said a voice behind his back *.

* A man of average height appeared. The other guards were scared, but not Nick. He was wearing a leather jacket and his hair was a pale blond *.

-You're a little asshole Teen. * Said Nick *. If it were up to you, we would have already drilled you everywhere.

-But you can't because I'm too fooort. * He said mockingly *.

-You just didn't cross any stronger than you.

* In the eyes of Nick evo or not Dixon represented just a teenager who was having his seizure a little late. No matter how much others feared him he refused to stop to his level *.

-It's probably the real owner the fat guy was talking about. * He said *.

* He suddenly glanced at Nick, which he grabbed by the throat *.

-Oops my hand slipped. * He said in a more threatening voice *.

-Mr. * Shouted his men *.

- Go f**k you asshole.

* He threw it against the door where the infected claws could be heard against the wall *.

-All that gave me an end holds. Go get me grilled in the pantry.

* One of the guards walked over to Nick who was lying by the door but Dixon yelled at him *.

-But no moron is the slaughterhouse the pantry is the other side.

-But Sir...

* He gave him a sly smile that made him shiver and he did so *.

- What not to do.

-How many of us are you going to devour like that? * Nick asked *. You know very well that it will not be enough forever.

-Until that happens I would advise. * Said he smiling *.

* The pantry door opened and the guard could see the terrified faces of hundreds of the city's former residents. Even if he didn't like it he had to choose one *.

-Sorry ... I'm just doing my job.

* End of chapter *