Total Apoc Trilogy (Book 2): Fighting the Hordes by TW Gallier Page A

from her mouth and went down into her cleavage, she pulled her shirt out and looked down.
                "Pigs," she muttered, noticing all of the guys watching her.
                I quickly looked away, face heating up.  Embarrassing, but I wasn't sure why.  I just didn't want her thinking badly of me.
                "Is that gunfire?" Ralph asked, perking up.  "I can barely hear it."
                He was right.  Someone was shooting between us and the city.  I suspected a survivor shooting at zombies, since it sounded like a single weapon.
                "How's your ammo holding out?" Mike asked.
                "We've used about half," Ralph said, sounding just a little uncertain.
                "Have you been changing out your barrel?" Mike continued.  "Are any of them burnt up and unusable?"
                "All three of mine are good."
                Mike turned to Jake.  "They're the only ones who didn't ruin at least one barrel.  Phil and Carl burned up all three of theirs."
                "Mother fuckers!  I told them to change the barrels out," Jake growled, eyes narrowing.  "I swear, I'm surrounded by idiots."
                They took our two spares for Phil and Carl.  Ralph and I both protested taking both.  Leave us at least one spare.  Others had a spare, and I suspected Mike's vehicle had two spares.  He would at least ensure his M60 gunner changed barrels.  Jake's vehicle had a .50 Cal mounted on it.  I knew they wouldn't admit it, but I suspected they took both of our spares because we were the outsiders and didn't care if we died.
                "Don't worry," Mike said as he left with both spares.  "You can have as many spares as you want from the armory."
                They also took inventory of our remaining ammo.  Jake and Mike checked all of the vehicles, and redistributed ammo as needed.  We lost three boxes of M60 and all but one box of the AR15 ammo.  The passenger side floorboard was covered with full 30-round magazines I'd been loading while on the road.  No one gave them a second look, so didn't take any.  All they seemed concerned about was boxes of ammo.
                "Win," Olivia whispered, glancing at the magazines before wagging her brows at me.
                I just grinned.
                "I'm surprised they didn’t take all of our food," Ralph grumbled.  "I have some spare underwear.  Do they want that too?"
                "You scored undies?" Olivia asked.  "How?  Where?  The Army Surplus store?"
                I saw the underwear, but I grabbed socks first and totally forgot about snagging a change of shorts.  So I felt more than a little foolish knowing I had a clean t-shirt and socks, but dirty underwear.  At least I wasn't the only one to fuck up like that.
                "Hey, our priorities were different.  You got a watch, I stuffed my pockets with underwear," Ralph said.
                Olivia turned and knelt facing him in her seat.  She looked eager.  Excited.
                "Give me a couple pairs."
                "No."
                That surprised me.  I'd have given her anything she wanted.  Underwear seemed like such a trivial thing, too.  Did Ralph have some weird thing about his shorts?  I kind of hoped he did, so I had something to make fun of him about.
                "One pair," she pleaded.  "I'll give you my watch."
                Ralph leered at her, "The watch isn't what I want."
                Olivia gawked at him a second, before shaking her head and facing forward in her seat.
                "Guys are so disgusting," she grumbled.
                "At least I'm not wearing ten day old panties," Ralph returned.
                "Neither am I," she said, slanting a bemused