The Horror Squad 2

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Authors: TJ Weeks
collecting
his food. We all noticed at once that his hand
was very swollen.
“Dude, your hand is fucked up? You sure
you didn’t break it?” I asked.
“I’m not sure, but I know it still hurts like
hell.” He responded.
    About that time Karen walked up and pulled
up a seat. “Hope y’all don’t mind me joining
you. I just wanted to say thank you for saving
my ass back there.”
“No problem at all.” Kris stated.
“Yeah, I’m just happy that you’re alright.”
Tina added.
“I’m fine, just have a headache.” She
answered.
    She then turned to look at Steven that she
was sitting next to. “Oh my god, what did you
do to your hand?”
He held it up and rotated it from left to right.
“I think I sprained it or something.”
    She took a closer look at it. “I can’t say for
sure without looking at it more, but I think
that’s a little more than a sprained hand.”
    Gizmo walked through the door and Tina got
up and walked through the line again to grab
him some pizza.
“Well bro, how far did you get?” I asked.
“I got about midway down the second part of
the fence.” He answered.
    I was a little shocked from two people that
had just learned how to use a backhoe that
morning. “That’s pretty damn awesome.”
    “Yeah, I would have stayed at it for at least
another hour, but ran out of gas and couldn’t
see shit.” He stated.
I took my last bite of my pizza. “I’ll refill it
and get to work here in a few.”
“Why don’t you just wait until the morning?”
Kris suggested.
    “I’ll be alright. The faster we can get this
done, the faster we can get back to finding food
and other things we need.” I answered.
“We can do that now.” She stated.
    “I’m not going back out until I c
an get this
place as safe as I can. It didn’t work out too
well the last time.” I answered.
    “It’s okay, mom. If you don’t mind
dad, I’d
like to come hang out with you for a bit.”
Shianne stated.
I smiled. “Sounds good to me, honey.”
“Well alright, but I hate sleeping without
you.” Kris added.
    “I won’t be gone all night. Once I finish the
second side, I’ll come lay down with you and
we can start on the other two sides tomorrow.” I
replied and gave her a kiss before excusing
myself from the table.
    Shianne took her last piece of pizza to go and
grabbed her drink and followed me out. We
walked out of the chow hall and made our way
to the other side of the lot to grab a couple of
cans of gas. Unfortunately we were down to
only three cans that actually had fuel in them. I
took a deep inhale and then exhale.
    “You okay?” Shianne asked.
I smiled at her. “I’m perfect.”
    I carried a gas can in each hand and walked
down into the trench and followed it around to
the backhoe and started to fill it. Once I got a
solid can poured into the tank I fired the
backhoe up and turned on the heater so Shianne
could stay warm from the chilled air that was
approaching us on top of being down in the
ground. I then proceeded to pour the second
tank and topped it off with about a quarter of
the gas tank remaining and then joined Shianne
inside.
I flipped on the headlamps that were above
the cab on the outside and went to work.
“So, I know this isn’t like home, but you
doing alright?” I asked.
    She pulled a book out of her back pocket that
read “Devil Days”. “Yeah, I’m doing great
now. I kept your book with me because I didn’t
know if I’d ever see you again. Then after
getting here and seeing mom, but not you, I was
worried that this was going to be all that I had
left of you.”
I looked down at the book. “I didn’t think
that you ever read it.”
    She brushed her thumb across the pages. “I
haven’t finished it. Kind of felt like it would
have been closure that I wasn’t ready for.”
    I stopped digging for a moment. “Honey,
we’re living off of borrowed time and we all
have to clock out one day and on that day you
should feel

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