Quinn’s wide eyes stared at me with a hint of discouragement. We sat with our backs against the island; in front of us was a breakfast nook and a door to a deck on the right. I glanced outside to see what was out there. It was dark outside but the moonlight showed a barbeque grill and a table for four. “We are going to need to get that sword back” I told Quinn. “There are two of us, and one of him.”
“I don’t think I can go back in there, Graham. I’m scared.”
“Pull your shit together, or we won’t make it out of here alive.”
“I felt like I was a goner in there. You need to go get it for me.” Quinn hinted.
“Ok. I need you to calm down and I’ll go get the sword. I have watched enough zombie movies to know that someone needs to be the hero” I replied. I got on my feet and peered over the edge of the island. The man wasn’t in the kitchen, thank God. “I’ll be right back, check the kitchen for any extra weapons.” I tiptoed to the corner, peered back at Quinn and gave him a wink.
I could hear moaning from the bathroom while I prepared for my second at-bat. I am a career .300 hitter but I knew that this was a clutch situation and that I needed to come through for our team of two. I got as close to the door as I could to try to get a mental gauge of what was going on in there. There was still moaning but I didn’t want to look in. “Think, dammit!” I thought to myself. I got my grip on the bat and knocked against the door frame, hoping to draw the zombie man out. To my surprise, it actually worked, though it took a good three minutes for the man to appear. The sound of the zombie pushing it self up sounded like a sack of potatoes coming alive. I got in my best Josh Hamilton batting position to knock this zombie out of the ballpark. I saw his head first and the sword in his hand second, which confused the shit out of me. I tried to swing but my arms wouldn’t listen to my brain. His blood red eyes looked at me like a fat man looks as his McRib sandwich. Something moved behind him and I thought that we now had two zombies at hand. A loud “CLANK” was the first thing I heard and then another and the zombie man fell at my feet. Quinn was grinning at me with a frying pan in his hand and he replied a well rehearsed line, “McShay style.” I chuckled, a laugh was a good thing, and then I nudged the zombie with my bat. His back had a bloody hole on it from the sword but he didn’t move. “Check his pulse” I instructed Quinn. “I’ve got a better idea” Quinn replied as he picked up the sword and sliced the zombie’s head off. A quick high five and we went back to the kitchen to plan our escape.
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