Dying Days
““I said to take your fucking clothes off.”
Darlene held her hands up and away from her body. “Is that a two-twenty six?”
Lazy Eye looked confused. He shook the pistol and motioned at her with his free hand. “I won’t ask again.”
“I think you’re right about that.” Darlene slipped her head down and to the left, bringing her extended fingers up and into his throat. Before he’d even stumbled she had gripped his arm, dislodged the pistol and heard his shoulder pop out of its socket.
Lazy Eye went to scream but she covered his mouth, drove her knee into his stomach, and picked up the pistol in seconds.
“Shut the fuck up or I will shoot you, motherfucker.” She had no intention of actually shooting him, since they were surrounded by undead. None of them were close enough to be an immediate threat, but they were there. The gunshot would get them moving toward her for miles out here.
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