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start getting cold. We
need to be prepared. I don’t want to defeat hordes of zombies only
to fall asleep and die of hypothermia.”
    Cowboy went off to find
Luther while I checked each Glock. Both magazines needed to be topped
off, and I still needed to find my Ronin Swords.
    Cowboy was at the back
of the Humvee a few seconds later with Luther. He dug around and
pulled out a box of .40 caliber rounds. He tossed the box to me,
“There you go, hoss. That’s enough to fill your mags. I’ll grab
a couple of M4s for us, that is if you want me to give him a rifle.”
    “Yeah, that’s a
good point. Can I trust him?”
    “Well…. Luther is
pretty much a pussy,” Cowboy said, smiling and nudging Luther’s
arm, “so, if you’re going to make him go with us, we’re gonna
have to give him a gun.
    Besides, there’s
nowhere for him to go. We’re all he has now. He’ll be as loyal as
an old coon dog.”
    “I’ll tell you
what, Cowboy. Grab an M4 for yourself, and grab Luther that AK-47
that Tommy was carrying around. Do I need to remind you, Luther, that
you’re carrying around a dead man’s gun? I’m sure I don’t
have to tell you, if you cross me, you’ll be the second dead man to
carry that gun today. If we understand each other, we can leave.”
    “You can trust me,
boss. I promise I won’t cross you.”
    Sophie handed me the
jeep keys, and I admired the MU key chain for a second before shoving
it in my pocket.
    After a few minutes of
rummaging around, I found my swords on the ground next to our wrecked
Humvee. They were still in the X-sheath. Named as such, because while
being worn, they crossed, creating an X behind your head. Not only
were they a formidable weapon, but they were also as cool as shit. By
the time I made it back to the jeep, Cowboy and Luther were in it
waiting for me. We only had two hours, so we had to get a move on.
    I dug into my pants and
pulled my phone from my back pocket to check the time, “Shit, my
phone’s dead.”
    Sitting behind the
wheel of the jeep I glanced at Cowboy, “Don’t let me forget to
grab a phone cord with a car charger. My phone is dead, and that’s
the only way I can talk to my dad.”
    “You got it, hoss,”
he said without hesitation.
    “I’ve got one at
home,” Luther said.
    Cowboy looked over the
seat at Luther, “Don’t you live in Massena, Luther?”
    “Yeah, so?”
    “So isn’t Massena
seventy miles away?” I asked.
    “Yeah, so.”
    Cowboy gave Luther a
light slap on the side of the head, “What are you, stupid? You
expect us to drive seventy miles out of our way when the mall is
right there?”
    “Bad idea?” Luther
asked.
    “Yeah, bad idea,” I
answered.
    I threw the Jeep into
drive and took off, tires spinning toward the mall. Four minutes
later we were pulling into the Gander Mountain parking lot. I backed
right up to the sliding glass doors stopping before the bollard. I
had a feeling we’d be leaving in a hurry. We all got out and met
outside the sliding glass door entrance. I felt my hand tremble as I
rubbed my trigger finger along the grip of the Glock.
    Panic shot through me
when a cold rifle barrel touched my elbow. “Shit,” I thought.
Maybe giving Luther a rifle was a bad idea. I’m not lying when I
tell you I felt a sense of relief when I heard Cowboy’s voice.
    “I thought you might
want a rifle, Two-gun, so I grabbed you an M4. Those swords are great
for close quarters, but trust me, if the shit hits the fan, you’re
gonna need a rifle.”
    I felt the adrenaline
dissipate, and took the M4, “Thanks, Cowboy.”
    He was right, the
swords were great for close combat, but at a distance they were
useless. It was the same with the Glocks. They were only accurate for
up to twenty feet, and that’s if I had time to aim. Any further
than that and I’d never get in a headshot.
    I slung the M4, racked
a 5.56 round, and flipped the safety to fire. Cowboy handed me a few
extra loaded mags, and we were ready to go. I wasn’t