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leg gives out. He grabs his leg and
screams in pain as I stand above him, smiling down. His eyes bulge
when he sees the wicked smile on my face and the coldness in my eyes.
    "Please!
Please, help me. The zombies will get me! Please !"
He stretches his hand out to me, and I stare at it for a few seconds
before I shoot through the center of his palm.
    Turning
away from the blubbering fat freak, I look in Will and Jake's
direction, but I avoid their eyes. I
don't want to know what they think of me now.
    "Grab
him and bring him over to his truck... please ."
I add the please even though I make it clear that it's not a request.
    Relieved that they
actually do it without argument, I wait for them by the truck. As
they hold him up in front of me, I take hold of his belt and rip it
out of the loops in his jeans. This is a big man - fat, not muscle -
so I have a lot of belt to work with. I climb in the passenger side
and buckle the belt around the driver's side of the steering wheel,
then I open the driver's door and tell them to back him up against
the outside of the door.
    When he's close
enough, I drop the belt over his head, then slowly close the door
with him firmly against the opposite side, tightening the belt until
the door is shut and he's being held up by the belt around his neck,
and his one good leg. There isn't enough slack for him to get out of
the belt no matter how much he tries to. I lock the door from inside
and crawl back out of the truck that reeks of stale sweat, body odor,
cigarettes, and beer.
    Grabbing my
crutches where I left them propped against the side of the truck, I
make my way back to the Hummer, not even checking to see if Will and
Jake are following. The screams and pleas of the man echo throughout
the night, but I do my best to ignore him.
    I climb into the
truck, and immediately after I slam my door shut, I hear two other
doors open and close in the back. I take a quick glance in the
rearview mirror to make sure both men are safely inside, but it
wasn't quick enough. I stare straight into the eyes of my husband.
    Those beautiful
brown eyes stare back at me, the fear and accusations in them send
laser beams of pain straight to my heart.
    Then he does
something he's never done before. He turns his head away. Avoiding
me. Disgusted with me. Guilt starts to wash over me, not because of
what I did to that man, but because I pointed my gun at the man I
love most.
    I shouldn't have
done that. But I can't take it back now, no matter how much I wish I
could.
    I tear my eyes away
from the mirror as movement in front of the Hummer catches my
attention. The dead men are moving. The man strapped to the truck
screams even louder, more frantically as he begs for help.
    But I don't
care.
    The undead move
closer and I watch him desperately try to free himself. He's bawling,
screaming, begging.
    But I don't
care.
    And then to my
surprise, I see the woman he had done the unspeakable acts to appear
in the beams of the Hummer's headlights. As I really look at her, I
notice the shotgun blast hadn't hit her in the head - as I had
assumed - but in the chest. She's the closest to the man and when she
reaches him, he fights her off with both hands, screaming in pain
each time his hand with the bullet-hole connects.
    But she can't feel
any pain from his blows; she doesn't even notice. When the others
join her, the man's arms are soon torn and bleeding from the many
teeth digging in.
    "Grits"
are now on the menu. Eat up!
    The woman moves
closer to him and wraps her arms around his neck. She brings her
mouth to his as if she's about to kiss him, but right before her lips
connect with his, she opens her mouth wide and rips his lower lip
completely off.
    But I don't care .
    Why?
    Justice.

Chapter
Seven
    I finally put the
truck in gear and drive closer. Satisfied that ol' Grit is dead, I
turn the truck so that my window faces the undead who are making
sucking, chewing, and gulping sounds as they feast on the
all-you-can-eat mound