Two of Us

Second (small) Chapter of my dream. One more joins the team.

A light fog had settled onto the street as I made my way down past the homes. I spotted a bike lying against the curb right up against some shrubbery. Quickly, I made my way to it, picked it up and hopped on. It had some rust on the chain, but it still worked just as well.

Tyler wasn’t far from where I was, and as I gradually turned the street corner my bike slowed to a stop. Ahead, near the corner of the street intersections were scattered bodies all along the road. In the driveway of the corner house was a midnight purple Camaro with blacked out rims, and I knew then where Tyler was. I veered my bike into the first driveway I came to, maybe two hundred feet from Tyler’s location. Dumping the bike onto the lawn and getting a strategic position behind a block of bushes, I called Tyler over my headset.

“Tyler, you there?” I said

A few grueling seconds went by with nothing. Then a crackle of static came over the com.

“Yeah,” I heard over the sound of bubble gum chewing.

I heard the unmistakable snap of a silenced rifle and saw the head of a creature, that I had not seen standing still on the far end of the street, jerk back, and the creature fell to the ground. I stared for a moment without saying a thing.

“Was that you?” I asked.

A moment of hesitation. “Yeah,” Tyler said.

Tyler was a man of few words; the kind of guy who chews gum and stares at you with piercing eyes and you get uncomfortable thinking that he’ll either kill you or kiss you at any moment. A dead aim shot, too. The whole time we were working together, I never saw him flinch at the sound of gunfire, and any sticky situation we found ourselves in, all he ever did was spit a few seeds from his mouth and run into the action with his blonde hair flowing after his ambitious behavior.

“What’s your situation, you ok?” I ask.

“Yeah, I’m good. This big tall b*****d is too damn big and tall of a b*****d for my gun to do any damage.” He said.

“Where?” I ask.

“You don’t see him?” he asked in astonishment.

Right as he said it, I peeked my head above the bush and saw a huge beast step out from behind the trees, right across the street from where Tyler was. The thing must’ve been twenty feet tall and as wide as two national linebackers. I dropped my head back behind the bushes.

“Hang tight, I’ll get him.” I said.

“Get it.” Tyler replied; a classic line from his arsenal when he knew I could get the job done.

I approached the two story house I was hiding near and began climbing the drain pipe carefully. The roof was a soft angle that allowed me to pull myself up with ease, and provided a decent platform for me to kneel down upon. Pointing my empty hands toward the direction of the monster in the road, a blue mist appeared around them, leaving an extended barrel 7 Mag rifle, with a silencer attachment and an infrared scope. I put the scope to my eye and saw the beast in my sights. It slowly turned its eye-less head, dripping spit from its over-bitten teeth as it did so. The head was moving down and around too much for a clean shot, so I took my boot and kicked a brick off of the roof that seemed to be holding down a piece of plywood atop the roof. It gracefully fell to the earth where, in an instant, it nicked the corner of a trash barrel, spun a few times, and crashed into the ground with a loud boom.

The beast twitched its head my way, and for a moment stood completely still. Just in that moment I took the shot, hitting the monster in the skull right above where the eye would be. The head flew back and snapped forward like a rubber band, and the body slowly fell to the ground. Midway through falling I heard a snap in the air and saw the beast’s head jiggle one last time before connecting with the ground.

“Take that, ya b*****d.” Tyler said. What a shot.

I leaped from the roof and landed on the lawn, rolling onto my back and up to my feet in one fluid motion. Around the bushes I made my way, in a light jog, to where Tyler was. Above my light breathing and shuffling boots I heard a few distant screams and roars. My gunfire had caught the attention of a few lurking creatures that were now making their way to the big b*****d’s body in the road. As I ran, I fiddled with my vest pocket and pulled out the black pen looking device that Jordan had given me. In one hand I held that Smith and Wesson, silenced, 1911, and in the other I pressed one end of the pen and pressed the opposite end against my chest to activate a low frequency sound. I dropped it at the b*****d’s body as I ran by and heard the pen start fluttering its frequency, sort of like an old mosquito device going crazy.

 A combine mass group of the things seemed to appear out from every driveway and backyard all around, and ran frantically to where the pen was. The headlights of the Camaro sprang to life and the muffler roared with life. I cut across the lawn of the house and jumped in the passenger seat.

“Sup.” Tyler said as calmly as if we were relaxing by a pool.

He pulled the car out slowly from the driveway and a beast ran into the hood of the car, connecting with the left headlight, but frantically catching itself and running to the pen’s noise. I looked on as it ran and saw a mob of the things fighting and tearing at each other. As I was looking, a silencer barrel poked out right next to my cheek and clicked off a shot, slapping the back of a creature’s head (the same one that hit the car).

“Jesus,” I yelled, “my damn ear!” I looked at Tyler accusingly. He was looking straight ahead through the windshield, chewing gum.

“That’s for scuffing my ride.” He said to no one particular.

He hit the gas and the car tore its way down the street, away from the crowd of beasts. We made our way down the empty and cold streets with the windows down. He turned the car onto the highway in a way that told me he knew where he was going.

“Where we going?” I asked.

“Pick up Woody.” He said.

“What’s his location?” I asked.

“Not too sure. He told me where he would meet me, but we’ll see if he’s actually there.” He said.

“Ok," I said in a long monotone, "what’s his supposed location?”

“Trailer park uptown. The one with the pool.” Tyler said.

I paused for a moment. “You don’t think he’d actually be doing it.” I said.

“What, the thing he said he'd do if the world looked like it was ending?” He said.

“Yeah.” I said.

Tyler chuckled once. “Let’s find out.” He said.

The midnight purple Camaro soared through the empty highway like a beacon in the darkness, carrying us to a very fancy trailer park.  

Author's Note

It's a short chapter, but like I've previously mentioned, I'm just writing down my dream. The length of the segments was barely up to me. My brain is the one in charge here.