Jango's Anthem: Zombie Fighter Jango #2 Read Free Page B

resisted the urge, and instead drew his pistol from under his left arm. A thought made him stop, and he reached down into the man's right pocket and removed what turned out to be a small remote device similar to what people used for their car alarms. It had two buttons on it, one red button, and one gray button. He decided to test it out before he went any further. Jango aimed the unit at the front door, and pressed the red button. He heard a “thump!” and he saw a locking mechanism turn as a large bolt shot home and sealed the door. He then pressed the gray button, and he heard the “thump!” again, and saw the locking mechanism turn back as the hefty bolt was pulled out of the wall. Satisfied, Jango pressed the red button again to lock the door, and pocketed the remote device.
    Jango began to search the house methodically . He went from room to room, and opened every door that he came to. He checked every room, and everywhere that he looked, the place seemed to be just an unlived in space; almost as if it was a model of what a home should be. There was no sense of life, no feeling that anyone had ever lived there. The house felt like nothing more than a killer’s disguise.
    Jango headed for the staircase that he had seen near the entryway to the front door, and when he reached the base of the staircase, he began climbing the stairs. Jango went up the stairs quickly, quietly wondering if there were any other threats in the home. He made it to the top of the stairs without incident, and looked down a long, brightly lit hallway.
    Jango move d slowly and quietly down the hallway. He stopped to check each door that he came to, but the rooms appeared to be the same dead spaces as the rooms that had been downstairs. The rooms looked un-lived in and empty of personality, until he came to the door at the end of the hall. Jango heard muffled moans coming from behind the door, and he noticed that there were heavy hasps on the outside of it. Jango quietly cocked his pistol, and undid the hasps that held the door closed.
    Jango slowly opened the door, and as he did, the soft moans grew louder. The sight that greeted Jango in that room froze the blood in his veins and the marrow in his bones. The room that he found himself standing in was a large room, easily 25' x 25', and every wall of that large room was lined with wire cages. They were the same kind of cages that people put their dog in when they are about to go on a long trip so that the dog would not be able to jump around in the vehicle. But instead of dogs being in the cages, the cages were full of young girls. All of the girls in the cages were naked, and it appeared that the bottoms of their cages were lined with newspapers.
    At a quick glance , Jango estimated that all the girls were around the same age. All of them were afraid, and they gazed at him with the middle-distance stare that Jango had worn on his own face when he was a child. He didn't know what he could do for the captive girls besides set them free.
    Jango slowly made his way around the room, unlocking the cages one at a time. He noticed as he unlocked the cages that each girl had two round, plastic dishes in their cage. Jango groaned inwardly as he deduced that the dishes were for food and water. When he had unlocked all the cages, a quick head-count showed that there were 23 girls in all. None of the girls came out of their cages, and Jango cursed under his breath, knowing that they were shell-shocked and traumatized by whatever the twisted Bernard Banks had done to them.
    Jango walked back to the doorway, and squatted back on his haunches. He was silent for a moment, thinking, and then he said, “That twisted mother-fucker isn't ever going to hurt you again. I damn near cut his fucking head off. He’s lying in a big ass pool of blood downstairs. It’s safe now.”
    When he told the girls that their tormentor was dead, he saw a glimmer of hope in some of the girls’ eyes. One girl, a petite brunette