Steve and Dominic 2

Helping never use to be so hard....

Steve and Dominic 2

The family in need

OPERATION: SAVE THE MILLER FAMILY

OBJECTIVE: GET THE MILLER FAMILY ACROSS THE WASHINGTON BOARDER SAFLY, IN RETURN RECIVE THE PACKAGE PROMISED

AGENTS: STEVE AND DOMINIC

DISCRIPTION: THESE MEN HAVE PROVIN THAT THEY ARE WELL TRAINED. WE TRUST THAT THIS MISSION WILL GO AS WELL AS THE LAST, IF NOT BETTER

　

Ken was talking on his radio and replying to the other end in brief terms such as ‘yep’ and ‘ahuh’. Dominic and I sat in the back. It had only been a week since we saved the girl and got the file, but It felt longer than that. Dominic had his assault rifle on his back along with his shotgun. On his side was a pistol. The agency gave me an assault rifle as well and plenty of ammo for my two pistol that I had holstered on my sides. I would have kept the magnum from before, but I gave it to the girl.

Dominic and I said very little. Ken was doing most of the talking. He was still chatting to our bosses. Dominic was twisting his ring on his finger. He never took it off. He noticed I was staring at him. He shook his head slowly.

“Its been so long.” he said sadly. His head seemed to just drop.

“I know you miss her, man.” I replied. “You may have lost her, but she’ll always be with you.”

“I know, but why she have to die like she did. Why not me? If anybody deserved to die, it was us not her.” I leaned back in my seat.

“We’ve robbed people, stolen cars, hell.” I said “We even broke out of jail.” Dominic smiled a bit. His smile faded away as he reached for his wallet. He pulled out a picture of a little girl smiling, hugging her father and mother. He looked deep into my eyes. I knew who she was.

“But I still may have her.” he told me.

“Do you think she’s still alive?” I asked him.

“It’s the only thing that keeps me going.”

Ken finally got off his radio and turned to us.

“We’ll be landing soon, so get out you guns” he told us.

“Where are the Millers at?” I asked.

“There house. They haven’t left in there RV yet.”

“These guys sound loaded.” Dominic butted in.

Before anymore words were spoke, we landed on a field of grass next to a mansion. We hopped out. There were no zombies in sight. We both had our assault rifles in hand as we walked the field to the giant house.

“Hey, Steve,” Dominic inquired “If these people are so rich why didn’t they just pick a ride with ken?”

“They probably have stuff they don’t want to leave behind, ether way, we have a job and I intend to get paid!”

“That’s my boy.” He joked.

We knocked the knocker on the door and waited for it to open. It didn’t take long for somebody to answer. It was a boy, about 16 years old with a gun in his hand. He was wearing torn blue jeans and a plain black shirt. I tried to say hello, but I received his cruel words and him pointing his gun at me.

“Who the f**k are you, b***h!” he yelled.

“Hey now, relax.” I told him.

“The f**k I will!”

“For the son of a rich kid you act like a ghetto snob.” Dominic said to him. The kid pointed the gun at him.

“YOU THINK I’M PLAYING MOTHER F****R?!” he screamed. With that notion, I grabbed the gun from his hand and pointed it at his head. He raised his hands and screamed.

“Please, Homie, don’t shoot me, Homie!”

“Homie?” Dominic said “Kid, your whiter than white and you’re an Oregonian which makes you even whiter. You don’t live in the ghetto and who the hell gave you a loaded gun in the first place?”

I lowered the gun from the kids head. The kid sighed in relief. A man rushed to the door and told us to come in and lock the door behind us. He saw I had the kids gun in my hand.

“Son,” he said “did you upset these men.” the man asked him. The kid slightly nodded his head and was scolded. He left the room and when upstairs.

The man that stood in front of us had a brown suit on and had a hairless face. He spoke as if he were asking if what he was saying was correct or not. His voice alone bothered me. He had no weapons on him, only a handkerchief in his hand. He was as skinny as a twig and I knew he was a spineless coward.

“I hope my son didn’t bother you” he told us while wiping his face

“Oh no,” Dominic sarcastically remarked “I’m sure the gun was empty”

“Oh,” The man said “that’s nice.” he wasn’t even paying attention to what he just said. I looked him dead in the eye.

“Are you the one who gave him that gun by chance?” I asked him as he rubbed his eyes.

“Well, you know how boys are.” Dominic stopped me from going ape s**t on him.

“Your son shouldn’t have a gun if he can’t treat it like one.” Dominic told him, pointing his finger at the red raced man. I handed the man the gun. He acted like it had germs on it as he held it with two fingers. He tossed it on a nearby couch, which he had many of. I was so pissed at him.

A woman and a little girl came down the spiraling stairs. The little girl held a dolly next to her chest, like she was protecting it. The woman said that she had everything packed in RV. The son, the little girl, and the woman walked outside and entered the RV. Before we could do the same, the man stopped us. He told us to wait where we were as he ran upstairs. He came back downstairs with two suits of body armor. We put them on as he watched us. I stopped for a moment and turned to the man.

“I have a feeling we’re going to be fighting more than zombies.” I told him

“Well,” he said “better safe than sorry.”

“Who else wants to kill you?” Dominic asked him.

“Well, um, I….” We walked closer to him.

“You son of a b***h, you lied to us. We’re protecting you from zombies and killers? That was never part of the deal.” I exclaimed.

“But if I told you you’d never had come help me and my family.”

“Mother….”

“Look!” he told us “I’ll pay you extra, I doubt anybody will try and kill us, I , just don’t-” I stopped him.

“Fine, you do have the briefcase with all the codes, correct?” he nodded.

As we walked outside, Mr. Miller ran into the RV as we casually walked. We found a spot in the back to sit and laid our heads back, trying to relax. Before we could snooze off, the kid from before sat next to Dominic and looked at him with widened eyes. Dominic and I looked at him wondering what he could possibly want from us. He pointed at Dominic’s sidearm.

“What kind of gun is that?!” he asked. Dominic chuckled at his curiosity .

“A gun that shoots.” he replied. The boy looked disappointed.

“Oh, come on. I’m responsible enough to know about guns.” Dominic’s eyebrow raised high and a sarcastic smile appeared on his face.

“I’m sure you are, kid.”

The kid tried to talk to us for about an hour, but we basically ignored him. He finally gave up and left us alone. I felt bad for the kid. All he wanted to do was talk to us. I saw him sitting with his sister who had her doll, as before, clenched in her arms not letting go. The boy looked like he had everything he could ever want, but deep down, I’m sure he didn’t have many friends.

All of a sudden the RV stopped moving. There was no way we were there already. Mr. Miller walked to the back where we were sitting. He had a grave look on his face.

“We need to get some gas at the gas station,” he began “but I’m afraid there are zombies outside. Were about 5 blocks away from the station though. I need you to get some to bring back.”

We agreed to find some gas and bring back. We hopped out of the RV as we were told to be careful. We started to walk up the block. Dominic had his shotgun out.

“Steve,” he asked me “why do you think people want to kill Mr. Miller?”

“We don’t know that for sure.”

“Then why did he give us body armor?”

“Who knows….”

It didn’t take long for us to get to the gas station. Dominic walked over to the gas pumps. There was only one left that hadn’t been ripped off the tank. Dominic looked at the other pumps and chuckled.

“Somebody wants people to be green.” he joked. I tapped his shoulder and pointed at a truck that was filled with gas canisters. We went over to check it out. They were all empty. I looked inside of the truck. There was a kid who had his eyes closed. He was leaning on the door and appeared to be sleeping. I opened the door to try and wake him up, but instead he fell out and laid on the ground. He was dead. I looked to Dominic and asked what he thought happened. Dominic was busy looked into the eyes of another.

The man in front of us was no zombie and he held an Uzi machine gun in his right hand with his toothpick in his mouth. He wore a dirty white wife beater and camo pants. He twirled the gun without facial expression. His black combat boots were covered in dirt. He popped his neck and place before he spoke.

“Wha’cha doing on my property?”

“This doesn’t seem to be something a person like you could own.” said Dominic.

“You making fun of me, boy?”

“Who said I was?” The hick had his gun close to his side. I said nothing, only listened to them talk with growing tones of anger. “Who’s the dead guy?”

“My son.”

“I’m sorry.” Dominic’s face almost became pale.

“Don’t be.” the hick said. “I shot him.” Dominic and I looked up shocked to here of the kid’s fate. “That stupid spit-f**k couldn’t do anything right.”

“You….shot you son….” Dominic said softly, looking at the man, straight in his eyes. He acted like his world had ended.

“See those boards and nails over there?” the hick said. “I told him to board up the back door. He said he was afraid to, so I shot him.”

“…..why….” Dominic asked him.

“He was a p***y, so I shot him.”

“….what?….”

“He couldn’t do anything right, so why should I have to keep him around?” The hick laughed. Dominic enraged spontaneously.

“HOW THE F**K COULD YOU DO THAT?!” He yelled.

“Do what?”

“KILL YOUR OWN SON?!”

“You have children?” the hick asked him.

“Yes, a daughter.”

“I bet she’s ugly as you.” the hick busted out laughing. Dominic pulled out his handgun, shot the Uzi out of the hick’s hand and shot his leg, all in one motion. He fell to his knee and screamed in pain. Dominic walked over to him and kick the Uzi out off reach. After that he proceeded towards the tool box left out next to all the planks of wood. He picked out a hammer and walked back over to him.

“Please mister!” the man yelled “Don’t-” Wack! Dominic hit him with the hammer in the head. He tossed the hammer aside and took out his shotgun. He put the barrel of it in his mouth and looked at him.

“You f*****g peace of s**t!” Before I could stop him, he pulled the trigger. The rest is self explanatory. The man’s body fell face first, well, without the head anyways. Dominic turned to me. His face was red with rage.

“I-I’m sorry Steve….I just couldn‘t help it….”

“I understand.”

We heard non-human screams. A wave of them were coming. We cursed and ran for the truck. We each grabbed all the gas canisters and set them next to the pump. I looked at Dominic.

“Fill them all up and put them back in the truck, I cover you.” I grabbed my assault rifle off my back and aimed down my sights to see 6 of them come my way, sprinting. I fired a burst of bullets into one of them. I shot like mad at the other. I even shot off one of there arms. I left a pile of bodies on the ground while Dominic filled 1 out of 7 four gallon gas tanks. I reloaded my gun and saw 9 swarming at us. I shot one in the forehead only using one bullet. Another had six shots to the stomach. A zombie grabbed me, but I kicked it off and shot its head. I began to fire like a psychopath at the forth one leaving it lie in a pool of blood. I reloaded the gun, but it was to late before the fifth one bit at my arm. I dropped my rifle and took out one of my handguns and shot blindly at it. It loosened its grip and fell over. I took out my other handgun and fired with both guns at the sixth zombie. The seventh zombie only needed a jump kick to the face. The eighth zombie tackled me to the ground along with the ninth zombie trying to bite my neck. I fired at least 12 bullets into the zombie on me, killing it. While on the ground, I shot at the zombie above me. Sadly for me I got blood in my eyes.

“Only 3 more, Steve.” I saw what, I’m guessing, about 24 zombies headed my way. There was no way I could kill them all. I ran over to Dominic with a crazy idea. I grabbed a gas canister and took it. Dominic couldn’t care less about what I was trying to do. He just wanted to fill up the canisters and get the hell out of there.

I threw the gas canisters into the air above them. With a shot of my handgun a flame of death was born, falling upon them, it consumed them all. They all fell, burning. I wiped the blood off my face and walked over to Dominic who put the cans inside the back of the truck.

As we got in the car Dominic cursed.

“Aw man, it smells nasty.” he told me.

“The car?” I asked.

“No,” he replied “The flaming brain eaters.”

When we got back to the Miller family, we saw Mr. Miller standing outside with eight other men. We drove over to them. We hopped out of the car. Dominic began to fill the tank while I walked over to Mr. Miller who was talking to the men, sweating.

“Were is it?” one of them said.

“Where’s what?”

The men raised guns in our faces. Dominic dropped the gas on the ground. Dominic and I were forced to hand over all of our weapons. We put our hands up and were thrown in their van. Apparently they let the kids and the mother walk free. Mr. Miller, Dominic, and I were in the back of a van along with the mysterious briefcase.

Reviews

[J. R.]

I really enjoyed reading this.
The pacing was good and the characters and dialogue were immensely enjoyable.
Can't wait to see what happens next.