Zombie Theorem (Book 2): The Siege by James Wallace Page B

silence came through the radio as I watched the cowboy move and disappear behind the building. His buddy raised a gun and slowly followed him. I was tempted to shoot them but was afraid of what would happen if I missed. I sat there for a couple more minutes of silence and dread as I kept the scope on the building’s corner.
    “Thanks for the warning, Dan. I am on my way back to you. Keep watch on the guy in the truck again. Over.” Apache put no emotion behind her words, so I could not gauge what she found. I moved the scope and my body again, shifting my sight back onto the truck and driver. I felt my bladder protesting its need for release, but I ignored it and would not let Apache down.
    I watched as another man came from the building’s front entrance approach the truck and relieve the man inside. The dome light came on the truck, and I could see the man inside was actually a woman. She had short, pink, dyed hair, and her arms were covered in tattoos. She kissed the man relieving her passionately and headed back to the building. I transmitted over the radio, “Apache, the driver of the truck was just relieved by someone inside the building. Over.”   
    A man’s voice in the ear without the radio said, “I don’t think I like her hair color.” I turned quickly, reaching for my Kabar, but was pinned by a boot to my chest. I stared up into the barrel of a large silver-barreled handgun. The man was huge, his clothes strained at holding his muscular body. His long hair fell down around his shoulders, his arms covered in tattoos. He wore a long goatee, bushy almost to his chest. “Now what the hell fell into my spider web?” he laughed with evil.
    A knife appeared against his neck just under his chin. His hand holding the gun tightened as if he was going to pull the trigger, but never stood a chance. Another hand appeared and ripped the gun sideways, breaking his finger inside the trigger guard. The gun then flew from his hand and across the roof, landing and sliding to the edge.
    “I think it is I who caught something in my spider web, asshole. You ok, Dan?” Apache kicked the man’s left knee, sending him to the ground.
    “I think I may have peed myself a little, but I’m ok.”
    “Shit happens. Stand up and point your gun at this guy. If he moves in anyway, shoot him in the crotch.” She removed her knife and put it back into her vest. I stood up, pulled my 1911 from my leg holster, removed the safety, and pointed it exactly where she told me. The man’s eyes went wide with fear.
    Apache moved her highly practiced hands over his body and removed a knife and another handgun from his waist and yet another one in an ankle holster. She then removed a radio and a baggie filled with pills and other things. The man seethed in anger and looked like he was about to yell out loud when Apache swung her gun butt into his temple knocking him to the roof, unconscious. She removed some zip ties from her vest, tied him up, and left him face down on the roof.
    Apache looked up at me finally and motioned for me to put away my gun. “I don’t have a gag, so figured I’d just knock his ass out. Sorry he got to you before I could get to him. I watched as he climbed onto the roof and hurried my ass to you.”
    I gave a finger telling her to wait a second as I walked to the back of the roof and relieved myself over the edge. I came back and smiled, “Sorry, I’ve been waiting to do that for a while. So what did you find?”
    “These guys are up to no good. Behind the building is a bunch of vehicles covered in blood and torn to pieces. I think they are capturing people as they try and cross the bridge. Then they kill and rob them. We will need to take care of them before we try and pass over the bridge. I have a feeling there may be more of them on the other side of the river, also. We will wait for this asshole to come to, and I can question him. In the meantime, why don’t you lie down and get some rest. I’ll need