path of one of them. I looked over at the window in the center of the house and saw Carolina peeking out. The expression on her face was one of terror.
*CRACK*
Two of them were down now. Squeezing the horse between my legs, I lifted my rifle and tried to stabilize it. Fuck. I had no chance at getting a head shot on this bastard. The horse was way too fast and unstable beneath me.
*CRACK*
The third shambling, unliving creature went down. Kyle, you're a rock star, but good job putting all the pressure on me to save my own ass. What an unthoughtful dick.
I said a silent prayer to the god up above who allowed all this mess to happen in the first place. I opened my eyes. The zombie was maybe 25 yards away from me now. I took aim for center mass of the rapidly approaching target as I began to slowly squeeze the trigger. This was just like I was back on the rifle range, I thought.
Chapter Six
Sobbing.
Cursing.
Different sobbing.
It was difficult to make out any of the sounds through the ringing in my ears.
Well, I'm alive. Now, all I have to do is let them know as much. I just had to think of the perfect thing to say that would make them laugh and smile to ease their pain.
"Uh . . . Nuh . . ."
Nailed it. I began to roll onto my side, but pain exploded throughout my body, especially in my nuts where the horse had tried its best to turn me into a woman.
" Pete?! " came Kyle's voice. You can tell I'm alive. You are so awesome right now, dude. I know someone who’s getting another bear hug later on.
"Peter?!" cried Evelyn, as I heard her footsteps running over to me.
"Hold on there, girlie. Homeboy over here was just blown the fuck up. Even them big old pillows in your shirt will probably hurt him right now. Trust me. I hit an improvised explosive device when I was in Afghanistan. I'm pretty sure that's what he just did . . . but on a horse instead of in a
HMMWV. You okay, bud?"
My bell was rung, that was for sure.
Wiggle toes. Check.
Wiggle fingers. Win.
Lift head. Ow, but okay. Time to sit up. Slowly. Looking around, I found I was still on the ground outside the house.
Nailed it.
"Yup. Still feel like a million bucks. And I never thought I'd say this, but I'll have to take a rain check on those beautiful pillows of yours," I strained to say to Evelyn who was no kneeling beside me.
"That's my daughter you're talking about, Mister!"
"Glad to see you're okay, Carolina. Kyle. What the hell was that, guys? Was I just in an explosion or what?"
"Like I was just saying, I think it was a land mine or something, homie. We're all super lucky you didn't get turned into red Jell-O just now."
I began looking around, observing the ground—my vision was slightly blurry from turning my head too fast. "I don't think that was a land mine, dude. Check out the ground. There aren't any craters anywhere. Plus, why would there be IEDs or land mines out here in the woods? The explosion was above ground."
"Damn, you're good for a guy who hangs out with me AND just got blown the fuck up."
"Don't sell yourself short, pal. Leave that to us," I said to him with a strained chuckle.
"Well, if it wasn't a mine or anything like that, then what the hell was it?” Evelyn asked.
I began thinking. What was different this time? There aren’t any propane tanks or gas lines anywhere. What could have happened? The first of two differences I could detect was the shot placement. I’d always shot them in the head until today. I knew there was zero chance in hell that I was that lucky this time. And the second difference was the rounds that we had found in that cabin.
"So, what about my opponent?" I asked, trying to figure out exactly what had happened.
"He was straight up vaporized, man. He must have been right on top of the blast."
Did the zombie have killer gas? This thought gave me an idea.
"Where is one of the others that you put down?" I asked Kyle as I carefully got to my feet.
"There's one over there and two on the other
*CRACK*
Two of them were down now. Squeezing the horse between my legs, I lifted my rifle and tried to stabilize it. Fuck. I had no chance at getting a head shot on this bastard. The horse was way too fast and unstable beneath me.
*CRACK*
The third shambling, unliving creature went down. Kyle, you're a rock star, but good job putting all the pressure on me to save my own ass. What an unthoughtful dick.
I said a silent prayer to the god up above who allowed all this mess to happen in the first place. I opened my eyes. The zombie was maybe 25 yards away from me now. I took aim for center mass of the rapidly approaching target as I began to slowly squeeze the trigger. This was just like I was back on the rifle range, I thought.
Chapter Six
Sobbing.
Cursing.
Different sobbing.
It was difficult to make out any of the sounds through the ringing in my ears.
Well, I'm alive. Now, all I have to do is let them know as much. I just had to think of the perfect thing to say that would make them laugh and smile to ease their pain.
"Uh . . . Nuh . . ."
Nailed it. I began to roll onto my side, but pain exploded throughout my body, especially in my nuts where the horse had tried its best to turn me into a woman.
" Pete?! " came Kyle's voice. You can tell I'm alive. You are so awesome right now, dude. I know someone who’s getting another bear hug later on.
"Peter?!" cried Evelyn, as I heard her footsteps running over to me.
"Hold on there, girlie. Homeboy over here was just blown the fuck up. Even them big old pillows in your shirt will probably hurt him right now. Trust me. I hit an improvised explosive device when I was in Afghanistan. I'm pretty sure that's what he just did . . . but on a horse instead of in a
HMMWV. You okay, bud?"
My bell was rung, that was for sure.
Wiggle toes. Check.
Wiggle fingers. Win.
Lift head. Ow, but okay. Time to sit up. Slowly. Looking around, I found I was still on the ground outside the house.
Nailed it.
"Yup. Still feel like a million bucks. And I never thought I'd say this, but I'll have to take a rain check on those beautiful pillows of yours," I strained to say to Evelyn who was no kneeling beside me.
"That's my daughter you're talking about, Mister!"
"Glad to see you're okay, Carolina. Kyle. What the hell was that, guys? Was I just in an explosion or what?"
"Like I was just saying, I think it was a land mine or something, homie. We're all super lucky you didn't get turned into red Jell-O just now."
I began looking around, observing the ground—my vision was slightly blurry from turning my head too fast. "I don't think that was a land mine, dude. Check out the ground. There aren't any craters anywhere. Plus, why would there be IEDs or land mines out here in the woods? The explosion was above ground."
"Damn, you're good for a guy who hangs out with me AND just got blown the fuck up."
"Don't sell yourself short, pal. Leave that to us," I said to him with a strained chuckle.
"Well, if it wasn't a mine or anything like that, then what the hell was it?” Evelyn asked.
I began thinking. What was different this time? There aren’t any propane tanks or gas lines anywhere. What could have happened? The first of two differences I could detect was the shot placement. I’d always shot them in the head until today. I knew there was zero chance in hell that I was that lucky this time. And the second difference was the rounds that we had found in that cabin.
"So, what about my opponent?" I asked, trying to figure out exactly what had happened.
"He was straight up vaporized, man. He must have been right on top of the blast."
Did the zombie have killer gas? This thought gave me an idea.
"Where is one of the others that you put down?" I asked Kyle as I carefully got to my feet.
"There's one over there and two on the other
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