Georgie fired as well, but Georgie always
misses so that’s not a big shocker.
She jumped the last few stairs and screamed that undead
scream.
I caught her in the air. She smelled horrible. I rolled her
to the side and kinda flipped her off of me. She barely weighed anything, so
she flew across the room. As soon as she came to a stop though, she snapped
back up and charged again.
I didn’t miss on her second charge. I dropped her just a few
steps into it. I never got a clear look at her face. I’m kinda glad about that.
“Heads up,” Georgie said in a panic.
The upstairs had suddenly come to life. About fifteen
members of the undead club poured down the stairwell after us. The smell of
decay was horrendous, I’m not sure how I didn’t notice it until they were
rushing us, but we handled it as quickly and quietly as we could. The only
scare came when Javie suffered a bite on the arm. It didn’t go through the bite
suit, but it was a sobering experience.
Things were looking pretty bleak. I almost got chomped on by
a teenybopper zombie and we shot up half the freakin house taking care of only
fifteen attackers. I was the ipso defacto leader if Jax wasn’t around, and I
was not handling things very well. My arrogant ass uncle made this shit look
easy.
“ Ipso facto .”
Beg your pardon?
“ You said ipso
defacto. What you meant to say was ipso facto .”
I think you probably heard me wrong.
“ That must have been
it. Please, continue with your story .”
I didn’t hear him
wrong; it’s just well known not to argue with Dudley. If he thinks the sky is
purple, then even a blue sky over his head isn’t going to change his mind .
Good idea. Where was I?
“ I believe you were
getting to the part where you were now in charge and not handling it well .”
I don’t like it when you say it. It sounds so much worse.
I have to laugh at
this and this time he actually joins in with me. It’s very hard to tell when
he’s joking, because he has such a dry sense of humor. It’s very different from
Jaxon’s, because Jaxon seems only concerned with humoring himself, so he’s
quick to laugh even when nobody else gets the joke .
I was saying that he can make the crazy decisions and throw
himself in front of the bus a lot easier than I can, because he heals so fast.
He doesn’t have to worry so much about getting killed. If zombies charged down
the stairs at him, he would have charged right back.
“ From what I hear, the
entire group has some pretty amazing recuperative abilities. Wasn’t it you that
recovered from a bite ?”
Oh yeah, we do, but it’s not on his level. He’s the
Guardian, we just help out. He was born to lead, and he doesn’t give a rat’s
ass whether or not people get pissed at his decisions or the way he talks. It
works for him. The rest of us aren’t so lucky.
Anyway, I realized I was doing a piss poor job. So I decided
to sack up and act like a man. I was the first one up the stairs. The boys were
right behind me, but I was determined to bring our bad luck around.
As soon as I took my first step, Mr. Rock-thrower himself
called to me through the window.
I almost shot him in the face.
“Are they gone? Did you get them?”
As soon as my heart stopped trying to jump out of my throat
I answered.
“Yeah, it’s cool.”
“One of them actually managed to turn the doorknob on the
back door. Fortunately, I had already taken my family to the roof before they came
inside.”
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“My name’s Adam,” he answered. “You’re not the General,
where’s the General?”
It was a pretty fuckin good question. I was curious about
the answer myself.
“Well Mr. Dipshit, since you decided to let the entire neighborhood
of shamblers know our position, he thought it would be a good idea to lead them
away from here.”
“I’m sorry. Those things were in the house. I couldn’t go
down and meet you…and earlier today, I saw one of them moving in the