“And then! Paul stabbed her in the head!!” I explained to Vaty and Shannon once we got back to the house. “Fuuuck”… “What’d the cops say?” asked Vaty. … “We didn’t talk to the cops. We ran outta there as soon as we could.” “I replied. “You guys are gonna get in trouble. you cant just fuckin’ leave the crime scene like that. We gotta go down there and talk to them so you don’t get in trouble. They probably got ya’ll on video in the store and shit. Imagine how that looks! And y’all ran way!!”
She had a point. We shouldn’t have run. “ok, let’s go down there.” I say. Back to the scene of the crime. This time, we all went.
It’s funny how quickly flies gather over dead things. Nature’s quick to decompose it’s creations and get the ball rolling again… I stop and stare at the guy with the missing third of his head. Poor bastard… “Where’s the cops?” Shannon asked. “They damn sure aren’t here.” replied Vaty. Very true, they weren’t here. Neither was the other employee. The one who tried to help “Susan”… No cops, no yellow tape, no nothin’… “We better go down to the police station.” “we better get some fuckin’ weapons, yo” and I looked around to see what I can find. from experience, the pipe wrench worked well. Well enough for blunt force trauma. But what about close quarters, where I wouldn’t have too much room to get in a full swing…
From experience, now, these “effects’ from that chemical attack seems to be more along the lines of infections. Who knows that that chemical did to those people. But it has become quite apparent to me that it’s contagious. The fuckin’ big cop, Susan the casheer… oh god, the other employee might be sick too…
I pick up a nice sized hatchet that I see as I walk down the isle looking for Shannon. They must have left me behind when I lost myself in thought earlier. There’s a sharp, metallic, “Tap! Tap! Tap!”. I know that sound… “Tap Tap Tap”. I turn the corner and see Shannon and the gang, “Tap! Tap! Tap!” hammering nails into a wooden baseball bat in the sporting goods isle… of course, Shannon’s a badass.
“what the fuck, y’all, lets go!” “Alright, alright, calm your tits”. And we walk outta there heading to the police department.
The streets were barren, again. But inside the police department, it was a madhouse. people screaming, phones ringing, baby’s crying… “Everybody, Everybody, settle down!” the only cop in the building yelled. “I need everybody to calm down. We’re gonna get to the bottom of all of this, I just need you all to calm down”. I’t seemed like it was gonna work for a second, but then a man yelled “my child is missing, you calm down”, and the whole crowed got rowdy again. Then suddenly, I felt a desperate tugging on the back of my shirt. I turn around to find my buddy Mike, handcuffed to a wooden bench.
Meet Mike.
Good drinking buddy
Gerneral mischief maker
Weapon of choice: Homemade flame-thrower
“Why are you handcuffed to that bench, Mike?” I ask’m. “Duuude! it’s not even my fault! I was at the bar and this dude followed me into the bathroom. I didn’t think nothing of it, I just thought he had to pee. We all pee. But then I’m there with my thing out, peeing, and this dude is just behind me, groaning and shit. I look back at him with my dick all out ’cause I’m still peeing, and he’s just standing there looking weird at me. so I’m trying to ignore this dude ’cause he’s freaking me out. then all of a sudden the dude fucking tried to kiss my neck! So I’m like whoa dude! And I push him the fuck off me and he slipped all over the pee all over the the bathroom floor—you know how those bathrooms get—and he fell backwards and busted his shit!
I don’t think Mike realized how close he came to getting infected… “I don’t think he was trying to kiss your neck, dude, I think he was trying to bite it.” “Probably, fuckin’ freak”, he replied. “Naw man, I think people are getting sick and turning into zombies, dude.” “oh… fuck…” “Yeah man, I already came across a couple weirdos like the ones you’re describing…” “No shit… you think you can get me outta here?” “I’ll see what I can do”.
I look over to the cop behind the counter… he’s surrounded by people, there’s no way I could get to him without being noticed. not to mention, I’m no pick-pocket… I pace over to the glass double doors, trying to think of a solution, and it comes to me. “Sir! Sir! is that your child?!” I yell with feigned excitement and relief, pointing out the window. The man with the missing child runs over frantically, followed by a few people. “They just went around the corner, there” I point, still feigning excitement. The man, runs out the door, followed by a few people, then a few more, then the rest, including the police officer manning the front desk.
With only a few moments before people return pissed off from being sent after a fictional child, I raise the Encinal Hardware hatchet over my head and aim for the rib of the bench that Mike is cuffed to. Breaking free after the second swing, we sneak out the front door, then book it around the corner— away from the missing-child crowd.
Grizzly De Haro 
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