Interviewed for a FT job last week. Still plan to keep the PT job if I get it, meaning 60 hour work weeks. Yaaaaaaaay adulthood!
[Race for Safe Haven - Who's the Boss?]
"Probably," Rhett responded.
"Sorry about Eric. He's kind of...intense sometimes."
Jenny was getting Sarah up and bringing her to the stairway entrance while Steve and Eric were pulling the last parts of the barricade away. Rhett pulled out one of his handguns and offered it to Tara. "Just in case," he said. "I'm Tara," she said as she quickly took the gun and concealed it before Eric saw. "I'm Rhett."
"Just try not to provoke Eric too much," Tara said.
"Don't worry. Once we're done here, we're probably going our separate ways."
"Well," Tara said after a pause "Try not to piss him off in the next five minutes."
"We ready?" Eric announced, the door to the stairway now unprotected, some zombies pounding on the door outside. "Sure thing, boss," Rhett said with some sarcasm. Tara flashed him a worried look, then went to help Jenny with Sarah. "Steve, cover the back," Eric instructed "I'll get the door. You can take point, cowboy." Rhett smirked as he walked up and readied his shotgun. Eric pulled the door open to reveal three zombies trying to get in.
Rhett fired and all three were thrown back and down the stairs. One was dead immediately, another broke its neck on the fall. One zombie was still alive, but tangled in the bodies of the others with a broken arm. Rhett flew down the stairs, ready for anything else that wanted to attack. "Why are two of these dead girls topless?" he asked as he looked around at the first floor.
A bar sat nearby, stocked with bottles and glasses all marked for nonalcoholic beverages. Behind the bar was a stage with poles lining all the way back to a small DJ booth. In the back were booths and chairs, all decorated with tacky designs. The entire area was lit up by light coming in through all the broken windows in front. "We're at a fucking strip club?" Rhett yelled out, prompting a barricaded door to the back to be pounded on. The door inched forward a bit to allow arms to reach around and try to push it away. "Zombie strippers?" Rhett asked to himself with a smile.
From the other side of the club, several more zombies took notice of Rhett and the sound of everyone else coming down the stairs. "Ladies," Rhett said as a few topless zombies made their way forward. They would have to traverse around the dance stage that was cutting the two sides off from each other. By time they arrived, Rhett and the others planned to be long gone.
"C'mon!" Eric yelled as he came down the stairs, the girls stumbling down behind him. The front door was right in front of them an unobstructed. Rhett moved forward and opened it to reveal nothing trying to get in. "Go make sure it's clear to the street," Eric said as Rhett nodded and ran forward outside. Everyone else filed out and shut the door behind them.
Sarah was allowed to sit down on the front steps and hold her throbbing leg while Jenny and Tara stepped away. "We're out of sight right here," Steve said as he ventured forward a bit to try to see how far Rhett had gone to scout. Eric nodded approvingly at how smoothly things had been going to this point, but he knew the hard part was still ahead.
Sarah was infected, and there was no way he could allow for her to remain a potential danger to the group. He could explain that to Mike, but he knew Mike could be coaxed otherwise by Tara and Steve and maybe the new guy. But Mike wasn't here, and he decided he needed to make a battlefield decision. Eric turned to regard Sarah and aimed his gun at her. He shot her right in the forehead before she could even get a word out in protest.
He whirled around and aimed at Steve next, who had just realized what happened. "Don't do anything stupid, Steve," he said as Steve could only look at him with a dropped jaw. "Now then," he said as he turned to see Rhett sprinting back at the sound of a gunshot. Without hesitating, he aimed and shot Rhett, causing him to suddenly stop and sprawl backwards.
"What are you doing?" Jenny screamed as moans of the dead taking heed to the gunshots were now approaching. "I'm not looking to kill anyone else," Eric said as he noticed Tara pull out a handgun and nervously aim it. "You're not going to do that," he said as he calmly walked up to her "Sarah was already dead, and that asshole was a danger. I just took care of business for the good of the group." He casually placed his hand on top of Tara's gun and pushed it aside.
"I told you I'd get us out of here, didn't I?" he asked.
"You also said that to Sarah," Tara said back.
Eric sighed. "There was nothing we could do for her," he yelled "Not anymore. When we get back to Mike, that's what we're gonna tell him."
"And what about Rhett?" Tara asked.
"He sacrificed himself," Eric decided "So that we could get away. Nobody say a word about me killing him."
"Sure thing, boss," someone sarcastically said behind him. Eric spun around to see Rhett ready with his shotgun level. He winked and pulled the trigger, blowing a hole into Eric's chest and sending him backwards onto the ground, right at the feet of Sarah's body. Rhett dropped his arms and coughed out a laugh as he walked up to Eric's corpse. The others just stared at him.
Rhett grabbed his shirt collar with one hand and pulled down to reveal the bullet proof vest he had. "So glad I pillaged that dead cop's stuff," he said as he released his collar and grabbed Eric's leg. "C'mon," he said as he started dragging the body. He brought the body to the middle of the street as zombies approaching the gunshots could see it; an easier meal. Steve meanwhile led Tara and Jenny to the corner where Jason was suppose to be picking them up at. Tara ran back to Eric's body and began digging through his pockets. She had picked up his magnum and wanted any spare bullets he had on him.
Crashing out of the strip club came several more zombies. Some stopped at Sarah's body, but others pushed passed on their way to where Rhett was. A majority of them were strippers, in various stages of undress. Rhett stood in the middle of the street and made no effort to move; partly because of the pain he was in, but also because he was sure this was one of his fantasies, minus the zombie part. "This is how I die," he said with a smile as a mob of nude women were rushing their way to him, arms outstretched and looking to rip him apart.
"Rhett?" Tara yelled as she grabbed the man's arm "Let's go!" Barreling down the road was a red SUV with Jason, Mike, Laura and Matt inside. Once it skid to a stop, Matt jumped out and opened the trunk, ushering everyone over. Jenny dove into the backseat while Steve aimed his gun and readied to cover.
The majority of the zombies giving chase stopped for the meal that Eric was providing, but enough were giving chase for the living to still be a problem. Rhett and Tara arrived at the car and jumped into the back, Matt jumping in behind them and closing the truck with him. Steve got in the backseat with Jenny and slammed his door shut. "That's all of us, let's go!" he yelled and Jason backed the car up through the street before turning it around and speeding away from the dead.
Mike had been up front giving Jason directions, but he turned around a moment to double check everyone who had added themselves recently. "Eric and Sarah," he asked aloud "What happened to them?" No one said a word until Steve spoke up. "You might have noticed a big ass cluster of them in the middle of the street?" he said "That would be where Eric was. Sarah had her own pile not too far away."
Mike sighed and slowly turned back around. "Jason, just get us out of here," he said. The rest of the trip out of Syracuse was in silence as they sped out of the area, the mass of zombies trailing them slowly and surely fading away. The sun was beginning to set, and they still had to find a safe place to spend the night.