Zombies'n'S**t Ep. 50A Chapter by wagonburnerPipes, All This Talk of Pipes; Someone Call Mario
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 wagonburnerAuthor's Note
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