“Good boy!” #zombie

Deacon and Greg are both taking shots now.  Sitting in the truck Jaimie watches the struck walkers drop.  In between shots, the sounds of distant shots from the others can be heard.  Duke stays right next to Deacon.  Greg looks over at Deacon and both Duke and Deacon appear to have been doing this together their whole lives.  Deacon, so focused almost looks like a soldier in a movie, and Duke moving ever so carefully through the neighborhood.  Their bodies move almost synchronized and both look so serious as if created just for this situation.  Deacon yells to Greg to watch for runners.  He motions for Jaimie to pull the truck up as he is getting low on bullets.  She pulls up next to him and he pulls out a shotgun, fills his pockets with shells and slings the shotgun over his shoulder. He then picks up the case holding his dad’s rifle.  Taking it out of its case, he slaps a magazine in to the bottom, pulling back the charging handle he, and begins firing rounds again. 

Shooting at the zombies from both sides was putting a hell of a dent in the flood of walkers that were on top of Luke and the scavenging party when they arrived.  The undead were dropping fast now.  Greg and Deacon were using everything they could find for cover, trees, parked cars, and retaining walls.  They started with almost thirty walkers and a handful of runners.  They were down to eight walkers.  The runners were hiding, making it a little harder to count them.  Deacon’s second rifle runs out of rounds and he lays it down in the grass.  He swings his shotgun around and holds the butt of the gun firmly in his shoulder, continuing towards the stranded party.  Almost everybody is out of bullets. Deacon and Duke move faster now.  With a little help they finish off the last of the eight left and turn their attention to the runners.  Walking up a hedge row, Duke explodes with a fierce bark behind Deacon.  Deacon swings around, with the readied shotgun just as the last runner lunges.  Deacon pulls the trigger twice. 

“Good boy!”  Deacon softly tells Duke as he reaches down to pet him on the head.