Black Rain Chronicles: Part 2
(© Bam Stroker)
This contribution is part of a series:-
1. The Black Rain Chronicles: Part 1 (3-Sep-2010)
2. Black Rain Chronicles: Part 2 (9-Oct-2011)
| ||When violence sweeps up through the south and falls directly on the head of a few unlikely survivors, they must do all they can to continue to survive.|
| ||A continued glimpse into the end of the world.|
A/N: Thank you guys for the reads and ratings. I
apologize for the delay, but its been a while in the works. I’m working on the
third part of the series now. It will hopefully conclude the adventure. I hope
you enjoy it.
Chapter 8: The Raid/New Friends
pulled the car into the gas station I saw Rusty’s Jeep sitting in the usual
parking place at the end of the building. I pulled in beside them and stepped
out of the car with both Rusty and Haley quickly in tow. "Well guys… I hope
they don’t fuckin’ ID my ass this time… Cuz I left my fuckin’ wallet at home."
I said to them as we walked up the side of the store. "Nah man… they know us
here." Rusty said, continuing our joke.
walked around the side of the store to the entrance to check on the situation
inside. Within seconds of peering in, I saw movement. "What the fuck was that?"
I said under my breath as I saw something scurry across the visible space
inside again. Pulling my pistol from its holster, I tried the door, finding it
locked as I figured I would. I stepped back a little and aimed at the lock.
Right as my finger began to squeeze the trigger, Elizabeth slammed against the
door screaming for me to stop. She unlocked the door and opened it, letting us
in. As soon as the door was locked again, a hand smacked against the glass and
smeared blood across it. It was Asma, the girl who worked alongside Elizabeth
most shifts… and she was as dead as dead got these days.
away from the door, we stepped over to the counter. "Elizabeth, why the fuck
didn’t you let us in before when you saw us? She could’ve taken a bite out of
my ass man! I didn’t even know she was following us!" I yelled mutely at her. "Sorry,
I thought you were more of those people… well… til you pulled the gun anyway.
If you remember correctly I let you in as soon as I saw you weren’t one of
them." She yelled back. "True enough." I said, "So, I’ll take a carton of Pall
Mall Menthol 100’s if you don’t mind". She flipped me off and handed me the
carton. "Look, you guys can take whatever the fuck you want as long as you take
me with you, because seriously, I’m not staying here anymore." Elizabeth said,
finally calming down some. "Well, you can ride with me if you want. They’re
heading off on their own trek for the time being. I’m headed towards the
military survivor center up in the Mills." Nodding in agreement with me, she
stepped around the counter with a few bags. She handed some to Rusty and Haley
and handed some to me. "Lets stock up then." Elizabeth said, grabbing some
drinks out of the cooler by the counter. "I’m pretty fuckin’ sure management
isn’t going to take this very fucking well Elizabeth." I said mockingly. "Dude…
fuck this job." Elizabeth said. She went about getting food and drink while me
and Rusty went about stocking up on cigarettes. It was about ten minutes later,
when our bags were full that we finally stopped. Everyone sat their bounties up
on the counter. I set mine down and walked to the back of the store to the beer
cooler, seeing a six pack of George fuckin’ Killian’s Irish Red, I grabbed it
and walked up front. Taking a bottle out, I took the top off and finished half the
bottle in one long chug. "God damn that’s fuckin’ good." I said. "You fuckin’
drunk…" Rusty replied.
since Asma seems to be preoccupied on that side of the store, we should head
out the other entrance and get our asses in the car. Actually… Fuck that.
Elizabeth, hand me the keys to the store, go turn the pumps on. I’m gonna go
take care of Asma. We need to fuel up before we head out. Considering we got
ourselves enough cigarettes for a while, we don’t need to raid the tobacco shop…
especially considering all they sell is low end shit, and they’ll be stale and
worthless by the time we get to them anyway." At that I grabbed the keys and
walked over to the door. I unlocked the door and kicked it open, spilling Asma
on her ass. As she went to stand up, I shot her in the head and closed the door
back. "Well… That’s dealt with… Now lets go get some fucking gas."
grabbed our bags and headed out the door. We put the bags in the cars and
jumped in. Driving over to the pumps we saw that the mob of zombies that had
initially chased us in the first place had finally begun catching up, and there
they were about a half a mile down the road. I told Elizabeth to pump, and I
grabbed my rifle and stood watch. Looking in the opposite direction of the
initial horde, we saw a straggling few zombies heading our way across the
parking lot. I drew a bead and began firing. When the pump picked up that the
tank was full, I reached in the trunk and grabbed the extra gas can I had
brought from inside the store and had Elizabeth fill it up. As soon as she
finished with it, we said our goodbyes to Rusty and Haley, and we all jumped in
our cars and headed down the road. We all headed down 601 towards our own
respective destinations. Rusty and Haley ended up taking Mt. Pleasant Road to
avoid a lot of people, while me and Elizabeth took 601 onward into Concord.
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