Dave
led the way into the dark house. Mar and Cindy quickly followed. Allen,
who still carried Jenny’s unconscious body, came in last. As soon as
the tall teen had entered, the door was slammed shut behind him. Mar
turned just in time to see a man standing behind the door smash Allen in
the back of the head with a club of some kind.
Allen groaned for a moment, but then he and Jenny both toppled to the floor.
Cindy
gasped in horror, as Dave rushed toward the attacker, which Mar could
see welded a bat with several loops of barbwire wrapped around its
business end. But before Dave could get within ten feet of the bat
welder, two men leapt out of a side room and tackled him. Dave fought
like a wildman, but before Mar could even think about how she might be
able to help, he’d been pinned to the floor.
“Man,
I think this kid broke my nose,” one of the men said. Mar could see
they looked older and had to be at least twice her age.
“Shut
the hell up, Lenny,” The other man wrestling with Dave yelled. His head
was clean shaven and reflected the dim triangle of light that bled into
the room. Looking up to the man near the door he said, “We don’t need a
guy do we, Pritch?”
His face stayed cloaked in shadows, but a deep voice boomed out, “Nope, I don’t think any of us swing that way.”
“Then if you will do the honors…”
“Sure
thing, Sully,” he said before bringing his bat up over his head and
then slamming it down on Dave’s skull like an executioner’s axe.
Dave didn’t even have time to shout. His body when into a seizure as blood poured out of the open wound on his forehead.
The seizure didn’t last long and Cindy sobbed as she threw herself into Mar’s arms. “He isn’t dead is he?”
Mar couldn’t bring herself to answer. Instead she said, “What do you want with us?”
Pritch
stepped in closer. She could see he had a brutal face. Years of
drinking left the man looking bloated, like his skin could barely
contain his stretching bulk. “What do you think we’re doing, sweet
thing? It probably shouldn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out.
Even a little bimbo like you should be able to see that his is a good
thing.”
“What do you mean?” her lips trembled as she tried to force her words out.
“Well
any fool can see we got the end of the world on our hands. Me and my
buddies have a hunting cabin in the woods north of Catalina. We had
planned to wait until all the idiots kill themselves off and then head
up there, but when Sully saw you three hotties heading by it seemed like
a gift too perfect to refuse.”
Sully chuckled. “Yep, three of us and three of you.”
“What do you mean?” Cindy stammered. “You can’t take us away. I need to get to my family and see if they’re alright.”
“In the contrary, little one,” Pritch said. “At this point I think we can do whatever we want.”
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