Deadlocked 2 by A. R. Wise

condoms," said Ron as he peered out the door of the pharmacy to see if the street was clear. "Trev said the chick they got from that boat is pretty hot. She'll be a nice treat when we get to the island."
    "Nice," said Dave as Ron left. He started to search through the shelves for the rest of the antibiotic.
    "You don't deserve that name," I said.
    "What the fuck are you saying over there?" He continued to search through the aisles.
    "David. That was my husband's name. He was ten times the man you are."
    "You'd do best to shut up, honey," said David.
    I spoke louder to muffle the sound of the wrapper coming off the needle in my right hand. "He was strong, and handsome, and so smart. You're just a stupid little piece of shit. You're the kind of guy my husband would've crushed between his fingers. You're so fucking stupid." The painkillers garbled my speech and muddled my thoughts, but I spoke as loud as my lungs would allow.
    "Yeah, sure thing." He tried to be dismissive, but I could tell he was annoyed as he tossed bags of powder and bottles around in search of the antibiotic. "If I'm so dumb then how come I just helped put together the biggest terrorist attack the world's ever seen? Huh? You stupid bitch. Shut your fucking mouth."
    I yelled over him as I stuck the needle into my right thigh and drew back the plunger. "You're just one of those little, weak, stupid fucks that get picked on all their lives by men like my husband. Men that matter. Men that can make their women happy. Men that don't make their mothers cry in fucking shame. You pathetic, puny, piece of shit." I screamed loud enough to attract the attention of every zombie in the area.
    "I tried to be nice," said David as he stomped through the bags and bottles to confront me. "But you had to go be a fucking cunt." He holstered his pistol and cracked his knuckles in anticipation of the beating he would give me. "I won't lie, I'm gonna enjoy every second of this."
    "I bet you will."
    He struck me across my left cheek and my head bounced off the side of the counter to my right. Stars lit my vision and I wanted to make my move, but he wasn't close enough yet. He still stood over me and the gun was out of reach. I needed to get him closer.
    "Did your pussy just fart on me or is that what you call a punch?"
    "You've got a fucking mouth on you, don't you? All right, fine. You want some more?"
    "Yep." I spit a tooth at him.
    He grabbed my shirt with his left hand and got down on his knees. He pulled me away from the wall and drew his right hand back to hit me with as much force as he could manage.
    "Take your best shot!" I said and jammed the needle into his left thigh. He squealed in shock and I grabbed his gun with my other hand. He jumped away in panic and the gun slipped out of his holster. When he realized what happened he tried to grab the pistol, but I pulled the trigger too fast.
    The bullet tore through his right hand and left his middle finger dangling by a flap of skin as a stream of his blood painted my face and the wall behind me. He grabbed his hand and fell against the shelf, which then tumbled backward. Bottles clattered to the floor and he rolled around on them in agony.
    "You fucking bitch!" he screamed again and again. "You crazy bitch." The needle bobbled from his waist.
    I stood up and callously pointed the gun at his knee. He was moving too much to get a clean shot. "Hold still!"
    Miraculously, he did as told. I shot out his left knee.
    "Stop it," he wailed. "What the fuck's wrong with you?"
    "Hold still." It was worth another shot.
    He crawled away from me and I grabbed onto his right foot. I pulled him back and he tried to kick at me, so I shot the back of his leg. I wanted to take out his other knee, but the little guy just wouldn't stop moving. I wasn't sure the wound would immobilize him, so I shot him again.
    "Stop," he said. "Please stop. Don't kill me. Don't kill me, please."
    "I don't want to kill you. I just don't want you to get