Chapter Twenty-Two
“Jesus Christ, Dale, what the hell were you thinking? Taking a whiz without a loaded gun?” barked Henry.
We all stood outside, staring down at the two dead zombies. I’d taken out the first one, and Shane had actually made it out of his vehicle in time to butcher the second one with his new machete. From the look on Shane’s face, he was still recovering from the experience.
“I don’t know,” Dale replied in a shaky voice. “It’s been so long since we’ve run into any zombies, I just... I just wasn’t thinking.”
“You’re lucky we were paying attention or those fellows would have been snacking on your winky,” said Henry with a smirk. “And I’m quite sure you wouldn’t have enjoyed it.”
Dale shivered. “Can we just leave? I’m feeling faint. I need to meditate.”
“Meditate?” I as
