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killin’ them!”
    “That’s enough! We don’t have time to see who has the bigger dick between the two of you,” Martha said. “Lt. Pack, are you still in communication with HQ?”
    Lt. Pack spit out a mouthful of blood in Walt’s direction. The heavy dollop landed next to his boot. “Like I’m really going to answer that honestly.”
    To Walt’s surprise, Martha stuck the tip of the rifle to the lieutenant’s temple. “There’s a bullet in here with your name on it. If you want it to remain in the barrel and not rip through your head, you’ll comply.”
    “Fuck you,” Lt. Pack grumbled.
    Walt saw anger flash in Martha’s vibrant blue eyes. The electrical current in the air shifted and he knew Martha was about to make good on her word. “Hold up there, honey. Geez, you’re just as antsy as Chief Parker. Let’s see what happens with this,” Walt said. He snatched the radio from Lt. Pack’s waist.
    Before Walt had a chance to test his theory out, Lamar and Reed joined them. In front of them stood a soldier who looked like he was about to piss himself or faint. Walt made a mental bet that a wet stain would appear on the front of his fatigues right before he passed out.
    “Let’s get you tied up real nice so you can join your fellow killers,” Lamar said. From his side pocket, he extracted a short length of nylon rope. In a flash, the third hostage was bound.
    “What’s your call sign, boy?” Walt asked the soldier Martha clocked earlier.
    A pair of defiant green eyes already beginning to swell from the impact of the rifle stared up at Martha. For emphasis, she raised her weapon butt first above her head. “I’ll give you to three, and I’ve already ticked off one and two,” Martha urged.
    “Don’t you say a word!” Lt. Pack yelled.
    Shifting his gaze between the lieutenant and Martha, the boy’s defiance dimmed, replaced by dejection. “Contain 2 Actual. Won’t do you a bit of good, though. Ain’t nobody answerin’ on the other end. Been silent for the past ten minutes.”
    Walt ignored him and pressed the button. “Contain 2 Actual to base.”
    The sounds of static filled the back parking lot. Walt tried three more times, each with the same results.
    “I told you. We’re on our own,” the sergeant muttered.
    “Then there ain’t nobody to miss you,” Walt said. He glanced around and noticed a small area to his right used to store garbage. It was surrounded by a ten-foot chain link fence to keep foraging animals out. The only way in or out was from a door off of the kitchen. Motioning toward the area, Walt addressed the group. “Let’s get them secured in there and get to work. Got a lot of people to rescue.”
    “We can help you know,” Lt. Pack said.
    “Pft! You’ve been so helpful already,” Martha grumbled.
    “I’m serious. You don’t really think we were going to just kill those poor people and leave, do you?”
    Turner stepped forward, the barrel of his rifle inches from Lt. Pack’s head. “Right up until the end government puppets still lie! Move!”
    Walt grinned, proud of his boy for finally seeing the light, yet saddened it took him so long.
     

ADVENTURES AT WALMART - Saturday - December 20 th – 10:25 a.m.
    Regina Parker was shaking by the time she pulled into the parking lot. Squinting through the bloodied windshield, she silently cursed the fools who’d prepped the Humvee. The first dead corpse she hit after leaving the jail left brain matter and other chunks of gore stuck to the glass. Someone neglected to check the windshield washer fluid levels.
    Then again, who had time to address such a minute task when people were turning into undead cannibals?
    Susie cried the entire, four-minute drive, and no amount of comfort offered by Jesse seemed to help. Regina remained silent, using all her concentration on navigating the clogged roads full of stalled vehicles and the dead. However, the minute the familiar location appeared, the girl’s tears dried up.