Billy And Steaks: A Short Story

Billy and Steaks began taking care of a weapons check, making sure that the guns were in proper working order and fully loaded, while V.Q. set off gathering firewood. Lovienthal began removing ground up tea leaves from their single serve bags and sedulously replacing it with coffee grounds from a container of Maxwell House that he had found in a bag of supplies. It wasn’t long before breakfast finished up and all the gear was all organized and packed away in the vehicles. “Time to go,” Johnny stated. “Yeah, I suppose your right,” Mary responded to him apprehensively. Nobody really wanted to go, but they knew that they could no longer stay camped on the side of the highway hoping that a convoy of Marines would roll up on them taking them to safety.
heading due east on Route six, straight for the town which lay a mere twelve miles away. Within three miles from the outskirts of Middleport they began seeing the first of the undead clumsily bungling and ambling about on the highway. Some were even bogged down in the muddy fields that flanked the road. Billy and Ryan made quick work of them, bashing in their heads with aluminum baseball bats, the others they eradicated with a machete. The brothers gleamed with joy as they generously dulled out their unabashed violence. But to their credit, they were steadfast and determined in their own brand of