His stomach muscles nearly ripped under the strain.
“ Murphy!” The sergeant yelled in alarm.
“ Fine, I’m fine.” Brendon whistled through his teeth. Placing his hand on the sergeant’s arm to stop him from summoning help.
It was then the sergeant noted the bandage. “What’s this?” He asked suspiciously. “You didn’t have this yesterday.” The sergeant stepped back, fingering his holster.
Murphy rushed up and quickly accessed the situation that was quickly turning from bad to worse. Murphy had seen enough victims turn to zombies to realize that Brendon was close to joining the ranks of the enemy. His skin was taking on a gray pallor. Severe stomach cramping would immediately be followed by whole body spasms and then death. The body's last gasp so to speak.
Brendon was able to get himself under control and stand without a noticeable stoop. “I’m fine.” He slurred. “Let’s go.” Claws of stinging stitches tore out from his stomach and spread throughout his body. It took every fiber of his being to stand and endure under the scrutinous stare of the sergeant. Murphy placed himself between the sergeant and Brendon. Somewhat to hide the pain the kid was going through but mostly to keep the sergeant from just outright shooting him. “We’ve got to go now.” Brendon whispered. The strain of the words clearly evident.
“ I think it’s rabies.” Murphy told the sergeant. “The sooner we can get him back to base the sooner I can get him treatment,” although that was a lie. Once symptoms of rabies showed, treating it was far too late. Murphy could only hope that the sergeant didn’t know this.
The sergeant thankfully stopped touching the hilt of his gun. “You stay here kid, we’ll get your future in-laws and then we’ll get you all back to Custer.”
“ I’m going.” Brendon said defiantly.
“ Don’t push it.” Murphy whispered.
“ This is it for me Murph, I just want one more chance to see her.”
“ Sarge, I can give him a heavy dose of antibiotics right now, it will get him through the next few hours.” Also a lie.
“ Have it your way kid.” The sergeant got back in the transport and strapped himself in.
Murphy proceeded to give Brendon a mild sedative. “This will help a little with the cramping.”
“ Thank you for everything Murphy. I’ll put a good word in for you when I get to where I’m going.”
“ I’d appreciate that.” Murphy replied, and that was not a lie.
“ What’s the plan?” Henderson asked leaning down from his gunner’s position.
“ Guns blazing, I suppose.” The sergeant answered.
‘ I was hoping for something a little more concrete.’ Henderson mumbled to himself once again checking that his weapon was fully ready to fire.
Murphy got into the passenger seat.
“ Rabies my ass, Murphy. That kid’s dying." The sergeant said. "We all watched what happened to Greenfield after he was bit.”
“ I know Sarge, he just wants to see his girl one more time.”
“ Well let’s not disappoint him.”
Henderson cussed as his head smacked against the machine gun's breech due to the unprepared for acceleration.
“ The house is on fire!” Henderson yelled down.
“ Do you think I’m driving blind.” The sergeant replied. “You’d better start cutting us a path or this is gonna be a bumpy ride.”
The Browning M2 .50 Caliber roared to life as it dealt ever-lasting death. The full-throated scream of the bullets as they emerged from the barrel brought a certain sense of satisfaction to the Sergeant as he slammed the troop transport into the outskirts of the zombies.
“ Fucking gomers.” He said grimly.
Murphy had grabbed every available handhold as the transport lurched from side to side under the assault, his ears almost bleeding from the noise of the small cannon above him. “Should have joined the Air Force.” He said, not for the first time nor the last.
Various pieces of zombie appendages slammed against the reinforced
“ Murphy!” The sergeant yelled in alarm.
“ Fine, I’m fine.” Brendon whistled through his teeth. Placing his hand on the sergeant’s arm to stop him from summoning help.
It was then the sergeant noted the bandage. “What’s this?” He asked suspiciously. “You didn’t have this yesterday.” The sergeant stepped back, fingering his holster.
Murphy rushed up and quickly accessed the situation that was quickly turning from bad to worse. Murphy had seen enough victims turn to zombies to realize that Brendon was close to joining the ranks of the enemy. His skin was taking on a gray pallor. Severe stomach cramping would immediately be followed by whole body spasms and then death. The body's last gasp so to speak.
Brendon was able to get himself under control and stand without a noticeable stoop. “I’m fine.” He slurred. “Let’s go.” Claws of stinging stitches tore out from his stomach and spread throughout his body. It took every fiber of his being to stand and endure under the scrutinous stare of the sergeant. Murphy placed himself between the sergeant and Brendon. Somewhat to hide the pain the kid was going through but mostly to keep the sergeant from just outright shooting him. “We’ve got to go now.” Brendon whispered. The strain of the words clearly evident.
“ I think it’s rabies.” Murphy told the sergeant. “The sooner we can get him back to base the sooner I can get him treatment,” although that was a lie. Once symptoms of rabies showed, treating it was far too late. Murphy could only hope that the sergeant didn’t know this.
The sergeant thankfully stopped touching the hilt of his gun. “You stay here kid, we’ll get your future in-laws and then we’ll get you all back to Custer.”
“ I’m going.” Brendon said defiantly.
“ Don’t push it.” Murphy whispered.
“ This is it for me Murph, I just want one more chance to see her.”
“ Sarge, I can give him a heavy dose of antibiotics right now, it will get him through the next few hours.” Also a lie.
“ Have it your way kid.” The sergeant got back in the transport and strapped himself in.
Murphy proceeded to give Brendon a mild sedative. “This will help a little with the cramping.”
“ Thank you for everything Murphy. I’ll put a good word in for you when I get to where I’m going.”
“ I’d appreciate that.” Murphy replied, and that was not a lie.
“ What’s the plan?” Henderson asked leaning down from his gunner’s position.
“ Guns blazing, I suppose.” The sergeant answered.
‘ I was hoping for something a little more concrete.’ Henderson mumbled to himself once again checking that his weapon was fully ready to fire.
Murphy got into the passenger seat.
“ Rabies my ass, Murphy. That kid’s dying." The sergeant said. "We all watched what happened to Greenfield after he was bit.”
“ I know Sarge, he just wants to see his girl one more time.”
“ Well let’s not disappoint him.”
Henderson cussed as his head smacked against the machine gun's breech due to the unprepared for acceleration.
“ The house is on fire!” Henderson yelled down.
“ Do you think I’m driving blind.” The sergeant replied. “You’d better start cutting us a path or this is gonna be a bumpy ride.”
The Browning M2 .50 Caliber roared to life as it dealt ever-lasting death. The full-throated scream of the bullets as they emerged from the barrel brought a certain sense of satisfaction to the Sergeant as he slammed the troop transport into the outskirts of the zombies.
“ Fucking gomers.” He said grimly.
Murphy had grabbed every available handhold as the transport lurched from side to side under the assault, his ears almost bleeding from the noise of the small cannon above him. “Should have joined the Air Force.” He said, not for the first time nor the last.
Various pieces of zombie appendages slammed against the reinforced
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