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could
possibly fix it. Spencer had only four minutes
until he had to meet back at the cars so he opened
the back of the Humvee to see if there was
anything useful left inside. Bingo , Spencer hit
pay dirt: four cases of MRE’s and two large
containers marked water . There was also a small
arsenal of weapons. A couple FNP-90’s, an MGL
140 grenade launcher, each with limited
ammunition, and a pair of single fire AT-4
missile launchers.
Lester, Louis and Gretchen were
congregated around their vehicles waiting for
Spencer to return. When he did, he was packing
two cases of MRE’s and the AT-4’s.
“Where you done found all that?” Lester
asked.
“In a Humvee, it's over there.” Spencer
said pointing in the direction of the hummer.
“There’s more, I need help getting it back here.”
“Lester, let’s give him a hand,” Louis
offered.
Spencer led the way back to the Hummer
where the rest of the food, water, and weapons
waited.
Before hitting the road Spencer offered
Louis and Lester one of the water containers, two
of the MRE’s cases, and one of the P-90’s,
loading the rest into the trunk of his GTO. Before
closing the trunk Spencer removed the sword
from his back and placed it into the trunk, not
knowing if it was wise to use it, at least not until
he knew more about it.
The Texas boarder was soon behind them
and daylight was starting to fade. As they
approached Dallas, the radio crackled to life.
“Can anybody hear me?” a voice pled.
“My name is Brock Walton. I’m in Dallas,
Texas. There are some demon-like creatures
outside. I don’t think they’ve seen me, but I don’t
think I can stay hidden for much longer.”
Gretchen turned to Spencer. “Should we
go try and help him?”
Spencer returned the glance, and briefly
considered going into the city. “Let’s do it,” he
agreed. He veered off the eerily uncluttered
highway towards the city. Louis pulled his truck
alongside Spencer’s GTO and yelled through an
open window.
“What the hell are you doing?” Louis
hollered from the safety of his truck.
“We’re going into the city.” Spencer
replied.
“Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
“There’s a survivor trapped in the city.
Are you coming?” Spencer hollered back.
“Hell no, we ain’t goin’ in there.”
Spencer swerved onto the exit that
plunged into the heart of Dallas, Louis and Lester
took to the dirt and foliage until they could get
back onto the highway.
Spencer pulled onto South Ervay Street
just off Main Street before coming to a stop.
Getting out in the canyon created by the lining of
massive skyscrapers they saw them. They littered
the ground as far as the eye could see. Pale, cold
and beginning to decay; they were human bodies.
Most had died suddenly, but a few were
dismembered.
“Why did they dismember some of these
people?” Spencer wondered aloud.
“Maybe the survivors tried to mount a
counter attack.” Gretchen suggested.
Then the voice called from the GTO’s
radio, but this time it was no longer pleading, it
was taunting.
“Help, please help. They’re coming to
take my soul down to Hell.” The voice finished
with a fit of maniacally evil laughter.
“I think we shouldn’t be here.” Gretchen
urged, wanting to get the hell out of there. It was
then that they saw her, a feminine figure standing
down the street. She was the embodiment of
darkness. Pulsing with evil, she drew a sword just
like the one Spencer had nabbed from the dead
queen.
“Get into the car, I have a plan.” Spencer
said as he climbed into his car. Gretchen got in.
“What’s your plan?” Gretchen asked,
“This.”Spencer replied as he floored the
gas pedal and began accelerating towards the
hive queen.
“Are you insane?” Gretchen asked and
Spencer pointed at the P-90 in the back seat.
“You know how to use one of those?”
Gretchen reached back and grabbed the
weapon and racked it before she leaned out the
window and fired half a clip into the queen. Then
Spencer hit the brakes