Chapter 34: Fall of crystal lake (part 13)
Jason paces in the marketplace. "Have they retrieved the firearms yet?" He asks himself. His vision of how all this was supposed to go seemed to be crumbling in his fingers and nothing really could be done to stop it. He was supposed to become a savior, a king of the survivors, his intellect indispensable but no one was doing what he wanted. They were so reliant on Riley like he was the one that was going to save them all. It was like Riley was a king. Jason throws his cane at the folding doors to Mrs Shelly's closet. The door is yanked open slightly and it occurs to Jason they had never tried to clear the woman's closet. Taking a calming breath Jason walks over to the closet and opens the doors. What should have been clothes instead is something that shakes Jason. "What is this?" Mrs. King asks, looking over Jason. Inside are photos of Riley and the boys as well as chemical formulas and DNA strand diagrams. Mrs. King takes some and reads them, turning paler as she reads. "What is it Mrs. King?" Jason asks curiously. "This is a paper on an experimental weapon to mass population control something called the safe haven Virus." Mrs. King says reading it more. "Riley is the source of the virus. It was something in his blood that's why he was immune and the vaccines given to the students in 2 grade through 12 were given a shot of his blood in viral and antiviral form starting this nightmare." Mrs. King says shocked. "Why are the rest of our pictures in there?" Jason asks. "Because you were supposed to be his victims." Mrs. King says. "Riley is the only one immune because he is the virus that's why he can be covered in their blood and be bitten. He is the progenitor." Mrs king says. Jason sees an opportunity to reclaim control. Mrs. King sees that the only way to stop the virus is with Riley's blood, making him the most important person in the world right now. And he is surrounded by a horde miles away.
"Good shot kiddo" Riley says while signing. "Thank you" Sunny says beaming with pride. "You're doing pretty well yourself there Kyle '' Riley adds signing as he speaks. "So we got the basics of the handgun down it is time for the big fuck you sticks." Riley says handing the boys each a bolt action rifle. "Now these kick more and you may have noticed we don't have anymore heads that is because your going to shoot the zombies down below making a few piles of dead fucks." Riley smiles. The 5 survivors line up and raise their rifles. "Okay we want to see how many of these walking shit bags we can drop before dark call your kill and take them out if you miss don't be a prick call it and try again we need accuracy speed will follow." Riley tells them before dropping 4 zombies in quick succession. For several hours they shoot killing as many zombies as they can with Nancy and Riley leading the bunch although Riley has many more. He shoots the zombies in buildings so that the others can keep track of their kills and improve on their shooting. "Try to kill them as close to the entrance as possible." Riley tells them.
Tank rips his knife from the zombie and pushes it away. "Where are these guys coming from we must have killed at least a few hundred of these fucking bastards." Tank says picking his shotgun up off the ground and loading it before going about collecting the arrows for Jessica and Rat. "how we doing Alex?" Tank asks. "We are almost done bro just got the back room to do." Alex answers. "How is it going on your end guys?" Alex asks. "Not so bad just making piles of dead bitches." Tank answers. His side aches fiercely and he is very looking forward to getting it checked out and resting. "incoming ." Rat groans tiredly. Tank walks around the truck. 10 zombies walk sluggishly towards them. "You and Jessica get them. I'm going to move the bodies out of the way." Tank says tiredly. "Got it." Rat says sending an arrow at them. Tank drags the bodies around to the side of the gunshop to a now sizable pile. Tank figures that the reason they are coming in such consistent waves is probably all the gunshots from their larger fights. As Tank is tossing the last body before he collects the arrows for his archer companions a large zombie dog tackles Tank dragging him to the ground. Tank frees his knife and stabs the zombie dog repeatedly until he gains a better grip and wrenches the zombie to the side so he can sit atop it. Tank holds its head down. Tank slowly drives the large knife up under its chin and through the top of its head. "I fucking hate dogs now." Tank groans. Pulling his knife free, Tank grabs the zombie saint Bernard by its hind leg and tossed to the top of the pile. "Remind me to push for a solid no pets aloud rule when we get back." Tank says, rolling his shoulders. Tank drops the denim jacket he had been wearing and was now shredded. Tank sighs with relief when he sees he has no bites. "This shit is getting really fucking old." Tank laughs. His hands shake slightly as he returns the truck. "All good?" Rat asks. The titan of a boy nods. "Yeah I'm good." Tank says smiling. "incoming ." Jessica groans.
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