Two Alive, стр. 12
“Something, in the way… oooh.” Miles continued humming, “Something, in the way…”
“Yeah,” Antonio said and the brothers both laughed.
Hours slipped by and the two paced and sat and lounged about in the small quarter of a space they made to watch the store. Nothing happened while the brothers waited other than a few lurkers who stumbled into their trip wire. Antonio was more than eager to take out the infected creatures and keep his count higher than Miles’. He was at eleven when he went over the line to get a nearby lurker who hadn’t yet noticed the boys. Miles was upset that Antonio left the safety of the square but even more upset that he still only had nine kills and Antonio was on his twelfth.
The sun was dropping in the distance and the last of their travel rations were nearly finished. It would be time to start heading to the hideaway soon and still nothing happened while they watched the store. Miles had went through all his top waiting songs in his head—Maroon 5 Makes me Wonder, Gotye Somebody That I Used To Know, Drake Hotline Bling, and Kendrick Lamar DNA to name a few—half a dozen times now and even he was getting tired of waiting.
“Aite. It’s time to go Miles. We sat out here long enough. Ain’t nobody here.” Antonio was putting his knife away as he came strutting back to the wired-off square.
Miles sighed and looked down the scope of his rifle for the hundredth time, scanning the stores surroundings. Other than there being less lurkers in the parking lot than when the brothers first got here, there was little change of the exterior. “Maybe they all left. But there still might be something in the store. There might be something still in the store. We should go look. We still need more food.”
“Miles, the sun is going down. We can’t stay out after dark. You know that.”
Antonio was right and there was little arguing with that. Being out after dark was dangerous simply for the fact that there was no telling what could come jumping out at you. The infected never slept and constantly kept moving and searching for something to kill, something to eat. The old man made it a written in stone, unbreakable rule to never be out during the night. The boys abided by this rule without argument, usually.
“We… we can wait another five minutes,” Miles said.
“No.” Antonio picked up his pack and threw it over his shoulder.
“Just five more minutes.”
“No. No more minutes. We gotta get back to the hideaway before it gets any darker.”
“We got plenty of time. We have time. We can get back before it gets too dark. Look at that path down there. It goes somewhere. We gotta find out. We gotta go see if it goes into the store. The path. It goes into the… it goes into the store.”
“Miles…” Antonio trailed off as he saw a figure off in the distance. He smiled and started to head out of the square, looking to get his thirteenth kill for the day, but froze when he saw what looked like a normal woman wearing jean shorts and nothing else. “Oh shit,” he whispered.
Miles got to his feet and watched the woman stumble through the tall grass at the top of the hill with her back to them. He wondered for a moment if she was a survivor from an attack nearby. He thought to call out to her and ask if she was ok, but instead he grabbed Antonio’s sleeve.
Before the boys could make a move, the woman turned and they were both stuck, staring at the woman’s large breasts. They were so absorbed by the woman’s ample bosom that it took them a full five seconds to notice her mangled face and missing right eye. There was an eerie silence in the woods while the boys stared at the woman and the woman stared back at them. Then, in the same fashion as the siren from earlier, the woman inhaled deeply and transformed into a howling monster, throwing her head back as she screamed bloody murder.
The small boy went to raise his rifle, but Antonio lifted his Berretta first and let one fly with a bang. The shot clipped the woman’s neck and she stumbled backwards. It was a good shot but the old man had taught him better than that. Antonio aimed this time and prepared to fire, but the siren went back to hollering at the top of her lungs and he missed his second shot. Miles fired now and took the infected creature out with one shot between the eyes. But it was too little too late. They felt the rumbling first and then they saw hordes of strikers flying through the grass and charging towards the origin of the gunfire.
Miles watched the waves and waves of running monsters and couldn’t believe how many infected were racing towards him and his brother. He had never seen so many strikers before and the numbers seemed to be increasing. Miles pulled out his phone and tapped the black screen to start Kendrick Lamar’s M.a.a.d. City for a pulse-pounding theme fitting the insane situation he was in. Then the brothers grabbed their bags and took off sprinting, jumping over the wires as they ran away from the approaching hoard.
“The wire!” Miles called out.
“Fuck that!” Antonio responded.
They kept running and although many of the infected fiends got caught up and tangled