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nodded.
    He took hold of the Springfield by the grip and fired a round through Long Hair’s left foot. The bullet made a neat, round hole in his boot just behind his toes. Long Hair screamed, his eyes widened in utter agony.
    “What the fuck did you do that for?”
    “I wanted to take your mind off your knee for a moment. Now, which hurts more?”
    I knew Smith was going to take pleasure in torturing this guy. I turned back to Sherman. His side had stopped rising and falling, he’d stopped huffing for breath and the light in his eyes was gone. I wiped the tears and snot from my face and folded his half open eyelids down so he looked like he was sleeping.
    Smith glanced over as I stood up. I looked at him and shook my head. Smith turned back to Long Hair lying on the deck.
    “Now, you’ve really upset my friend. You shot his dog and we don’t like people shooting our dogs.”
    I wondered where Spot was and if he was still breathing. I looked into the river water at roughly the point where he plopped into the drink. I scanned the shore line but couldn’t see him.
    “I’m going to ask you some questions and every time you give me an answer I don’t like or refuse to talk, I’m going to shoot you,” Smith barked at Long Hair. “Don’t worry; they won’t be kill shots, just places on your body that are going to hurt like a bitch.”
    “What do you want from me, man?” Long Hair wailed.
    I moved to one of the upper deck lockers and pulled out a tarpaulin sheet. Long Hair kept wailing and rolling on the deck. Whatever answers Smith needed, he was going to have to hurry. The guy would either bleed to death or the zombies would soon smell the fresh blood and come sniffing around. I covered Sherman with the tarpaulin sheet and wrapped it under his body. We didn’t have time to give him a decent burial and I’d have to dispose of his body in the river. I slid some weighted blocks inside the tarpaulin sheet, enough to sink the body to the bottom of the river.
    The boat lurched to the side facing the river, where the bullet holes had pierced the hull. Our boat was rapidly sinking and we didn’t have much time left onboard. I lifted the tarpaulin by the corners and struggled with the weight of Sherman’s body and the heavy blocks. Smith came forward to help but must have realized I wanted to do this on my own. I lowered the tarpaulin over the side and released it into the water. I watched the blue tarp sink and disappear from view.
    “Goodbye Sherman, good luck in the afterlife, boy,” I whispered.
    Low moans and screeching from the shore caused me to spin around from the river. Several zombies approached the jetty, shuffling along in groups of twos and threes.
    “Smith, they’re coming,” I said.
    Smith twisted his head and looked at the advancing undead. He turned back to Long Hair. 
    “Better get talking, laughing boy.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
    I rushed into the control cabin to see if we could salvage anything from the sinking boat. All the weapons and ammunition were gone along with Smith’s money stash and maps.
    “Shit,” I spat and moved quickly back out onto the upper deck. “Everything’s gone, Smith,” I said.
    “Try below deck, see if there’s anything left down there.”
    I nodded and opened the lower deck cabin door. The cabin was already under a few feet of water. All our personal belongings were gone along with the whole supply of canned food. I reached under the water to the booze locker and fished out two bottles of bourbon and a sealed pack of 200 cigarettes. Nothing was left inside our cabin. Six months worth of accumulation had been snatched away in a couple of minutes. I dumped the smokes and booze into an old, ripped cloth bag that Batfish was going to throw out and moved quickly back to the upper deck.
    “It’s all gone, Smith,” I moaned. “Our clothes, food, everything’s gone. I managed to salvage some smokes and two bottles of bourbon.”
    Smith nodded.