its voice comes out as
dry hisses.
“Jesus!” Johnson cries out.
The Frenchman crawls up to Matty and drives the dagger into
his back.
Oddball shrieks and crawls on his butt backward in fear.
Matty claws at the Frenchman, “Get ‘em off, he’s killing me!”
Oddball continues screaming, and Johnson stares in horror.
Monte calmly steps up and, using his pistol, shoots the Frenchman in the head. There’s
another evil scream and a ball of energy shoots toward the ceiling, Monte falls
back on the ground watching it go.
Not realizing the Frenchman is dead, Matty continues to
struggle, “Help! Get him off me!”
Oddball is still screaming.
Monte stands up and goes to Matty, “Hold still, and Oddball,
for fuck’s sake, will you shut up,” Monte pulls the half corpse off Matty’s
back and throws it down the hallway.
Yusif and Camir return. Yusif shakes his head, “No more.”
Monte pulls the dagger out of Matty’s backpack and then
pulls the pack off.
“How bad is it Sarge?” Matty asks concerned.
Matty tries to get up as Monte feels along his back for wet
spots indicating blood. Finding none, Monte looks at Matty’s pack and pulls out
the gold box. He hands the broken box to Matty, punctured by the dagger, “Lucky
bastard.”
Yusif looks at Matty’s box, “Luck had nothing to do with
it,” Yusif indicates the symbol on the box, “This talisman wards off evil.”
Pilch rolls his eyes, “Yeah, right.”
Matty examines the box, “Hey, the gold’s peeling off.”
Pilch looks concerned, “Gold don’t peel,” he pulls out his
box and scratches it. He looks to Matty, “It’s gold alright. Gold paint. Twenty
bucks!” and disgusted, Pilch throws his box aside, “God-damn filthy A-rabs,” he
looks to Yusif. The two lock eyes.
Monte looks at Clint’s motionless corpse and then to Pilch,
“Open up the door. Let’s get out of here.”
Pilch doesn’t move, his eyes burning as he stares at Yusif.
“Pilch!” Monte barks.
Pilch breaks his stare and walks for the door, “It’s locked.”
He spits the words out over his shoulder in disgust.
“Break it down then.” Monte orders.
Oddball looks over the dead Frenchmen, “Well, that was
pretty much the most fucked-up thing I’ve ever seen.”
Chapter 9
Oddball smashes at the door with his entrenching tool while Pilch
sits relaxed against the wall looking on, “Oddball, you wouldn’t last two
minutes on my construction crew back in Chi-town.”
Oddball glares at him.
Pilch smiles, “Come on, you want out of here or not?”
“You could give me a hand.”
Pilch holds up a hand, “Shh, you hear that?” he says looking
around, “Shit. Could be more of ‘em.”
Oddball starts working on the door even harder. Pilch
smiles.
Monte sits with Yusif and looks over all that’s left of his
command, “Six left, six out of eighteen.”
Yusif looks over the men, Pilch lounges against the wall
watching Oddball work on the door, Johnson sits with Camir cleaning his weapon
and Matty busy writing a letter home. Yusif rubs his eyes and silently nods in
agreement.
Monte shakes his head and looks to the dead Frenchmen, “What
are they?”
Yusif looks at him and thinks, “Zumbi, the undead.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing my ass, what?”
Yusif shakes his head, “You are not ready,” He stands, “But
you will be,” and he walks over to Oddball smashing away at the door.
Pilch toys with him, “Like you mean it, Oddball.”
Yusif leans down to Pilch, “It would be easier if you
knocked out the pins,” and he points to the hinges.
Pilch glares at him, “Mind your business.”
Yusif smiles and walks off.
Pilch watches him go and then walks up to Oddball, “Why
don’t you just knock out the pins?”
Oddball smiles, “Hey, that would be easier.”
Johnson cleans his gun as Camir wipes down his scimitar.
Johnson looks over to him, “Devil’s work bein’ done down here.”
Not understanding, Camir smiles and