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“We were born for shit like this,” Cam flippantly responded.
Zane’s lips touched the side of my face a moment before he was reaching for the van door and sliding it open.
All the cool air was immediately swept away by the heat. I followed after him once he hopped down.
“Ace hop in the driver’s seat. Run the air only if your dick starts to melt. Keep the doors locked, crack the windows, and if we aren’t back in two hours get the fuck out of here.”
He moved along with everyone else, taking the seat as they all piled out of the van. I reached beneath where Zane and I had been sitting and grabbed Annie’s gun, and the shell casings.
I didn’t want to take it with me due to my slow reload time. I was nowhere near as skilled as Annie was. I fingered the cool metal, ignoring the pang in my chest. I missed her.
“Hey,” Zane said softly, placing a hand on my lower back. “You good?”
I swallowed and nodded, flashing him a small smile.
“Here, use this. It has two fresh bullets, and there’s more in the bag.” I passed the gun up to Ace, and then shells.
I didn’t want to leave him completely defenseless.
“Fucking sweet,” he grinned. “Thanks.”
“Do you know how to use that?” Maliki asked him.
“Yeah, my mom used to hunt with something similar.”
I walked to the front of the van as Zane moved to the hatch for something, filing that information away for a rainy day. We all had so much to learn about one another; I was almost looking forward to it.
Nyx pulled off her leather jacket, pulled her long locks into a ponytail, and then announced she was ready.
“Here we go then,” Zane said, coming back to the front.
And he hadn’t come unprepared. He handed Maliki a rifle. Kindly returned my Glock, and passed Cam a pump action, keeping a Wesson for himself.
“So you just had an arsenal of guns with us this entire time?” Nyx questioned.
“Yup. And since guns are loud, messy, and require ammunition that isn’t always to come by unless you can make it, these only get to be played with during times like these. Now mind your bullets and let’s go.” He strode forward, leaving us to follow after.
Windmill was just as empty as Copperfield, but I got the sense this place hadn’t been freely abandoned.
A few corpses were scattered on the sidewalks, freshly killed. In an alley between two buildings a man had his head bashed in; his one good eye watched us pass.
Lots of trash had gathered in the gutters, some stuck in old drains while a few streets were like obstacle courses from the cars, random objects, and trash a few waifs were sorting through.
“They don’t seem very concerned that everyone around them is being killed off,” Cam pointed out.
“They’re gonna die out here regardless, why would they be?” Nyx replied.
We kept walking; guns slightly as a precautionary measure. It felt as if it took an hour to reach the mall. Between here and there were plazas, stores, and Victorian type homes on a few corners.
“The place is huge,” Maliki pointed out when we came upon the mall.
Huge was an understatement.
The place looked like it wrapped around in both directions. I had just begun to wonder where the Stags were supposed to be and how we were expected to find them when a lone figure caught my attention.
He was moving towards us.
Only when the sun took a break from assaulting my eyes could I tell it was Luce.
