The Dead Walking 4

(This is the 4th book in The Dead Walking series) I hate death. Its not even the fact someone died really its the after math when you look back and think "maybe I could have done something" and it just eats away at you until you cant take it anymore. And it seems no one really understands it, but you so you are left to face it alone. Just like you're left to face everything else alone now because we're all just monsters too.


22. Prepared

         The next morning comes quickly. It seems like I'm only asleep for a good hour before the sun is already rising. I sit up slowly and rub my eyes. I yawn and stretch and wake myself up. I can't tell if anyone else is awake. If so, they are being really quiet. I put my hands on my thighs and push myself up so I'm standing. I run my fingers through my hair, trying my best to fix it. It doesn't really even help at all. I walk over to the mirror and look at myself. I almost laugh at myself. I really do look like crap. I dark rigs under my eyes, making me look like I haven't slept in days, my hair is a knotted mess, and my clothes are just plain dirty and grimy.

        I sigh and grab my bag. I search it for another outfit and find the one I had packed. It's a gray baggy quarter length shirt and a pair of light skinny jeans with a couple man made holes in them. I change quickly and grab my brush. I start to run it through my hair, but the knots are so bad it physically hurts to run it through. I end up having to grab the hair near my scalp and hold it tightly so that it doesn't rip my hair out. Once I am done I look a little better. I don't look too dirty and my hair doesn't look like a pack of wild rats have been living in it.

       I'm actually surprised that the length of my hair still shocks me every time I see it. It's grown a tiny bit, leaving it about an inch below my shoulders. I like it... it's just different. I'm used to my long, thin hair. Now it's short and 'fine.'

       I sigh and walk away from the mirror and out into the main room. That's when I remember about all those guns that the men wanted to take. With those we would be prepared for anything. We have to bring most of them back with us. We'll need them once our guns run out of bullets and too be honest I need a gun right now. I can't use my sword very well with the way my ribs are.

       I walk over to the big basket thing that holds all the guns. They range anywhere between a pistol, a high powered rifle, or an automatic machine gun. I'm not sure where they got the automatics though because those used to be guns that only the army used. I don't know. I start taking them out and arranging them in groups on the long, rectangular table in the middle of the room.

       Once I have them all arranged I am able to count up how many guns we actually have. 6 pistols, 5 shot guns, and 11 machine guns. Meaning we have 22 guns in all. I don't think we'll be able to get them all back to the rest of the group. We'll probably have to leave some behind, maybe just take the ammo from them.

       Just as I finish counting I hear a rustle coming from one of the cells and Casey emerges a moment later. He yawns and stretches real big. "Good morning," he says.

       "Mornin'," I say back.

       "What in the heck are you doing?" he asks.

       I chuckle. "Seeing how many guns we have and determining how many we are gonna be able to take with us," I explain.

       "Ah... so how many guns do we have?"

       "22. 6 pistols, 5 shot guns, and 11 machine guns," I tell him.

       "Dang. You guys must have been really prepared here," he comments.

       "We were," I nod while checking a how much ammo one gun has.

       He doesn't say anything else. He takes a seat at the table and just watches me as I check the rest of the guns. After a minute and his eyes are still staring me down and I turn to face him. "Would you stop that?" I demand. "It really annoys me."

       He laughs a little, but doesn't say anything. I roll my eyes and turn back to the guns. Once I am done I turn back to Casey. "So... what kind of gun do you use?"

       He thinks about it for a moment. "I like shotguns," he tells me.

       "What kind of shot gun?"

       "I don't care," he shrugs.

       I pick up a random shotgun and hand it to him. "Here."

       "Are you sure?"

       "Yes I'm sure. You're pistol is out of ammo and we have plenty of guns to go around. You're gonna need more than just your machete."

       "Thank you."

       I just nod and look for a gun I want. To be honest I'm tired of pistols. They run out to fast and it take to much time to keep reloading. I don't really want a shot gun either. With my ribs right now I can't have too powerful of a gun. I move on to the machine guns and search the 11 guns, trying to find the one I want. My eyes land on a black machine gun. t has a smaller build. It's not huge, but it's bigger than an Uzi. It has a strap and everything so when I'm not using It I don't have to worry about holding it. I pick it up and weigh it around in my hands, making sure it's right. It's a little heavier then I'm used to, but I've held worse. I nod to myself and set it aside for when we leave.

       I hear another rustle and Melonie steps out and walks over to the table. "Whatcha doin?" she asks.

       "Going through our guns. Which reminds me... Melonie come over here," I motion for her to come to my side of the table. She gets up and walks to me. "You're getting bigger. I think it's time for you to start using a gun," I tell her.

       She looks up at me with wide eyes. "Really?" she gasps.

       "Yeah. I might not always be there to protect you and you're gonna need to be able to defend yourself."

       She nods. "Okay. But I don't have to use one of those big guns do I?"

       "Oh no. Those are a little too big for you. How about a pistol?" I show her one of the pistols and she nods.

       "Yeah. I like that," he smiles.

       "Well then it's yours," I smile back. "Here... I'll show you how to use it," I offer. I lean down a little so I am crouching. "This is the safety," I point to the little switch. She nods. "When the safety is on, it won't shoot. So if you're being attacked you have to make sure the safety is off. When it's like this," I flip the switch. "It's ready to fire. Don't ever point the gun at any of us... as long as you don't have to. All you have to do to fire is pull the trigger. Do you understand?" I ask.


       "Okay. If you ever need help working it, just ask me," I hand her the gun and she nods. "You can put the gun right here," I point to her hip and she slides it down. "Tuck your shirt behind it," I instruct. "Every second counts and you cant waist the time just trying to get the pistol out." I stand back up and pat her shoulder. "You'll be okay. You're tuff."

      "You really think so?"

      "Yes I really think so. Now will you do me a favor and wake your brother and Aria and Brian up?"

      "Mhm," she spins around and runs back into her cell.

      I walk over to my cell and  make my way to where Carl is sleeping. I sit down beside him. I hate to wake him, but we really need to get moving early today. I shake his shoulder a little and whisper, "Carl... get up."

      His eyes slide open and he rubs them a little, while yawning. "Hmm?"

      "We need to get moving early today. I got all the guns out and counted how many we have. 22 in all. 6 pistols, 5 shotguns, and 11 machine guns. I've giving everyone a gun for them and then we are gonna take as many as we can back to the group," I explain.

      "Oh... okay I'll be out in a minute," he says.


      I leave the cell and walk back over to where the guns are. I pull the rest of the kids over and get them each their own gun, giving them each the lecture I gave Melonie. Carl comes out a minute later with all his stuff ready to go. I get my stuff together and Carl picks out his gun. Once we are all packed I am able to see what we have left. I got a machine gun, Carl got a shotgun, Casey got a shotgun, Melonie got a pistol, Joel got a small machine gun, Brian got a machine gun, and Aria got a pistol. Leaving us with 4 pistols, 3 shotguns, and 8 machine guns.

       "So what are we planning on taking with us?" I ask.

       "I think we should get as many machine guns as we can. They have the most ammo," Casey points out.

       "But we can carry pistols pretty easy too," Carl says.

       So then I guess we can bring 3 pistols and what like 4 machine guns? We can get the ammo from the other machine guns and get the ammo from the shotguns for you guys," I suggest.

       They nod. "Sounds good."

       Me, Casey, and Carl each hold one of the pistols. I divide the ammo from the shotguns and give it to the 2 of them. I am able to fit 1 machine in my bag, Carl is able to fit one, and Casey is able to fit 2. The rest of the ammo from the other machine guns I just put in my bag. The ammo from the left over pistols go to everyone with a pistol.

       "Okay... are we ready to go then?" Carl asks.

       Everyone nods and we walk, almost like we're in a marching band to the door. 2 in the front, 2 in the middle, 2 behind them and then Casey at the very end. Once we are outside everyone is on guard. We make our way out to the road and we're on our way.



      Sorry for the extremely lame chapter guys. Not very exciting... I know. The next chapter is going to be interesting I promise. I didn't feel like writing and farther on this chapter because if I was to go any further then it would have been really long and to be honest I just don't feel like writing that much more tonight. Anyways sorry for the crappy chapter. The nest one WILL be better.


                                                    xoxo~ Samantha

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