orangetoughguy | log post II

Fine.

[Freddy's trying not to think about an undead toucan. Flushing a fish down the drain is one thing, having to shoot his own bird out of the sky? Hell no. He's seen Old Yeller, it does things to a man.]

I never heard of a plagued LA. We could try a newspaper.

[Earth to Newendyke, it could be the entire planet. Rrrruuugghhh, oh shit here come some more. Jose in his custodian uniform looks a bit...fresh compared to the others.] Fuck, get down.

[Old Yeller, Where the Red Fern Grows,...and then there's Cujo.]

Same here. I think it might be the wrong time.

[For them to have picked to leave for one. And for another the wrong time period. Yeah. That's it.

Larry hears it and rather than getting down too much two guns are out.]

This fucking day.

[Huff huff puff. Huff. Puff. What to do. Wait, the kid has an idea but he looks at the old man first.]

Can you trust me on this one?

To do what?

[Because really the old man wants to unload the whole damn clip. Wouldn't be a good idea. Not right now. His vision jumps from Freddy to Jose. Jose isn't moving too, too fast but maybe it's all a trick.]

To take us over to Sixth Street.

[The kid cop nods. Does Larry know what's over there on Sixth? If he's been around the block enough times maybe he does. The important part is the old man ought to know this is no time to be thinking about bringing in a perp. Freddy can however break in and open up the gear...that is if the station hasn't changed in the last twenty years shit.]

[Now? Well. Of course now.]

...okay.

[It doesn't strike him immediately. It's the way he phrases the question. What the hell do they have to loose? Their car less.]

Be fucking careful, okay? You get the front. I get the rear.

[Whatever is there better be worth the trip.]

[Unless squad cars have changed in the last couple decades they might get a car out of it too. Freddy nods once to Larry then gestures for him to start following. He'll keep it cool, keep it casual. The good part is they're out in broad daylight so they can see all the hungry fuckers from a mile away. The bad part is they're out in broad daylight so those hungry fuckers can see them too. Even now the kid ponders if it's cruel to thoughtlessly plug zombified workers who were probably doing their thing in the produce market or fashion district. Fuck no it's not cruel, Newendyke, they're all dead!]

You keepin' up?

[Freddy asks, just to make sure Larry's still there. He can't sacrifice more than a split second to look over his shoulder.]

Can I keep up. [Pffft. Yeah, there's some audible scoffing. Stepping carefully as though each one could give them away. It sure is quiet. The signals are all fucked up because of the cars in the intersections. Traffic should have been their very first clue.]

You know, Los Angeles always had a bad rep. People are brain dead, that's what they'd tell me.

[A little humor to cut the tension? No? The old man's delivery isn't as carefree as it usually is. And no, the shock and anger that they went through that cycle of emotion this morning for nothing hasn't worn off.]

You're a regular fuckin' comedian. [Speaking of a comedian...they just had to leave the flamethrower back in the city huh? Freddy scuttles over to the next street corner.] Ever think about doin' stand up?

[Eyes peeled. Some of these stores have their windows broken through. Always a bad sign. Freddy's got at least one gun drawn.

"SeEEeeEeEsoOoOoOssSszZzz..."]

Oh fuck.

Not seriously. Though you think I should? Haha.

[Oh fuck what the-?! Larry is ready for whatever lies ahead. Two Guns won't fire until he sees a target.]

No gracias.

[If that is what he thinks it is. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.]

Get moving, kid.

["SeEeeEsoOoOoOssSszz..."

The short mustached man has an eyeball hanging out of the socket and a stump for a hand that still somehow manages to push his cart carrying rotten mango slices and sugar salts. The thing is crawling in ants. He must not have been moving until he heard two very live people coming close.

"SeEeeEsoOoOoOssSszz..."

A second voice, a little more wailing. She may as well be La Llorona.]

Shit shit shit shit shit I'm running. [See these feet fly towards 6th St. It looks so far away from here but the sign itself is within sight.]

[Larry sees those flying feet. Not as much as he sees these two motherfuckers. Three? No. Looks like...fucking shit.]

Book it. Now.

["PooOOoooooooorvaAAaaaavooooo000oor...."]

If I shoot em now more will hear...right?

[That's how it goes in the movies. The impulse to fire away though. Oh fuck.]

This ain't the movies.

[Freddy says just short of yelling. Shit Larry's got a point though. What to do what to do--oh hey. There's a husk of a corpse just sitting in a chair that Freddy now takes for himself.]

Stand back.

[It's a folding chair and he intends to fold the senor into it.]

[Brown eyes are looking behind counting every senorita and senor that's popping up. Oh wait. Looks like they're getting diverse there's a brother. He almost bumps into the kid.]

Hurry.

[Guns are still out he ghosts to aim here and there.]

[WHAM. BAM. NO THANKS MAN.

The kid's got comic book creativity on his side. Now the man's a zombie sandwich with legs going out in unnatural directions. Freddy ought to feel bad, but...well, he doesn't. Oh fuck a brother, and those guys are fucking fast.]

Just...walk away.

Walk?

[The old man's trigger finger is itchy.]

What the hell did you think caused this?

[Sure ain't food. Everyone eats different food.]

Goddamn.

[Is that a bottle? Yep. A plastic one but with the right throwing arm. The old man picks it up.]

If you run it's gonna know. [As if being a living breathing body doesn't already give them away shit.] Korea? Iraq? I don't know man.

[Onward. Freddy's taking a brisk pace now.]

Pink is gonna get it.

[Wait a second. The setting is sinking in now. This was a street he made sure to steer clear of walking on foot.]

Sixth street you said?

Yep.

[In fact here it is. Turn a corner and they'll lose sight of a brother only to see the mayhem up Sixth towards Wall. There are smoking squad cars, a bus, and fire burning from a dumpster or two. What the fuck happened here? Freddy can see (and smell) the bodies. Some are in uniform, some aren't.]

Jesus Christ...

[Cough, he has to breathe through his sleeve for a second.]

[Freddy said to trust him. And he does. Though the impulse to get the fuck out of dodge in any direction is right there. To leave the kid though? Hell no. Not an option.]

You sure?

[Please don't fucking take it to be doubt. Even though that's what it is.]

Fuck.

[Cops to gun down. Correction: undead cops to gun down.

[Keep it cool, Newendyke. If there's anytime to be a cop, now's the time. Your life and his life depend on it. Don't let Larry down.]

I'm sure. I don't think the city's changed that much. Come on.

[Down a side alley to avoid those undead badges, both to stay out of trouble and so Freddy doesn't have to see their faces. He's also revealing a trade secret of sorts to Larry; how to get into the Central Bureau Station undetected.]

[Firing now would start a frenzy. That's a given. A motherfucking given.]

Where are we going?

[Wasn't the entrance over-? Oh ho. Tricks of the trade.]

Inside?

[What about the inside? Goddamn, old man. What are you? You're no mouse. You've got a gun. The kid is taking a leap. Take one too. They got arms. Up the alley is a mean looking old homeless woman. It's hard to tell whether or not she's undead.]

Twelve o'clock and moving slow.

Inside.

[Freddy confirms. He's a mindreader, this old man. Whoops, those supercool feet come to a supercool stop (make that acrobatic by accident). The old woman's pushing a shopping cart full of cans and other essentials that would be a goldmine for a survivor...or a homeless sort. Real real hard to tell. Freddy looks at Larry, back to the woman, back and Larry. Okay.]

I see'er.

[The kid's going first. He approaches with his gun drawn but down at his side, if she's human and they spook her they're sure to cause a commotion. Wait wait, Orange has an idea. He tucks one of his hands deeper into his sleeve. Time to act like a crook. He's going in for the surprise from behind, covered hand ready to jam her mouth if she screams...or bites.]

[In the mean time the old man has to keep an eye on the other end of the alley. Back to Freddy.]

Careful.

[Like he didn't know. But come on. Larry's gun is hidden in his coat. He will blow her away if there is any chance at all that this bitch will bite him. So what if it attracts attention they'd make time to get out. Zombification of either of them will not happen. Right behind on the approach.

She smells horrible. Not quite death. Just horrible.]

[Okay this is it Newendyke. You gotta do it, there's no other way. So 1...2...3...! The kid jumps at her from behind with his fist aimed to stuff her mouth. There's some muffled moaning and groaning from her but she goes down pretty easy. Freddy thinks he just took down a civilian. If he knocks her out they can put her in the cart and roll her to a holding cell at the station for safety. Yep, thinking like a cop.]

It's cool.

[The kid whispers to the old man. Hell he can't even feel her biting down on his hand. Oh fuck what if he just gave her a heart attack?!] Let's take her in--

["Hssssssssssssrrrrshhhhhhh!"

The bitch, freshly made undead, goes straight for Orange's chest.]

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