Zombies'n'S**t Ep. 50

Zombies'n'S**t Ep. 50

A Chapter by wagonburner
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Pipes, All This Talk of Pipes; Someone Call Mario

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Carl spun around to face me.  I looked the opposite direction and started whistling nonchalantly.  I could feel his glare.  He sighed and I heard a heaviness enter his voice, "Well.  F**k.  Now somethin' bad is going to happen.  What're we gonna do, John?"  I felt the weight of his question press down on me.

What were we going to do?  I wasn't sure if the memory thing was the result of my own memory situation or the consequences of exposing myself to a human.  Or was something worse coming down the pipes at me?  Or us, now, I guess.

"Why is everyone askin' ME what to do!"  I didn't feel any confidence, it was all bluster, "We just take whatever comes our way and kick its a*s!"  Sophia, as is her wont, rolled her eyes at me.  Carl, being the cheeky b*****d he is, said, "Oh, SOOO inspiring, oh general Retardo!"

I flipped him the bird.

"Okay,"  Sophia said, "before I have to stop the bicker sisters again, let's get going."

"Holdup holdup holdup," Carl waved a hand, "where the hell are you two wing-wangs, going?

"Where you're from!" Sophia said brightly.

"Oh, HELL no!"  Carl's eyes widened in panic.  "No, no, no!  Not gonna happen!"

I grabbed his face and pushed his head back, "Get over it, sugertits."

Carl slapped my hand away, "Dude, this is really stupid, even for you!  They'll tear her apart!"

"Nah," I shook my head, "Kinda doubt anyone could get the better of her in a fight.  El Terminator over there would break'em in half, then do it again.  I saw her snap a pipe in half with her scowl at thirty paces."

Carl looked at Sophia's sunny smile.

And took a prudent step back.

And another.  Just for good measure.

Smart man.

Carl shrugged, "Fine, but it's a long way to Tennessee."


© 2016 wagonburner


Author's Note

wagonburner
Whoo! Feels good to be back! Shake off the dust and light the fires! Now-wait, did he say Tenessee?! What the f-WHO SAID THIS WAS GOING TO GO TO TENNESSEE?! They're nowhere near Tene.....GAH!! I'm not writing that much dialogue for travel!! THEY DON'T PAY ME ENOUGH!! THAT'S IT, I'M OUT! *door slams*

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