"Alright, so this trip we're making to Oregon to escape from zombies can either be called Oregon Entrails or the Organ Trail, eh? What do you think?" I asked.
"Or we can call it the shut the hell up or I'll kick you where the sun doesn't shine trail, mouth breather," suggested Mbu with a smirk.
"Do not speak so lightly of hell, son," pleaded Father Ng.
"Father dearest, my freedom of speech doesn't infringe upon your freedom of religion," retorted Mbu.
"Please, Father, allow me to submit my rebuttal to your son's eloquent jibe against my lively and jocular attempts at lifting the mood in the car. Mbu, my old buddy old pal, I only breathe through my mouth around you because you've go halitosis, so why don't you take your grumpy attitude and stick it right up your..."
"Hey, there's some people out there!" shouted Yanluo.
We all looked out the bullet proof windows and saw that, indeed, there was a scuffle going on between a small group of people and some zombies.
Thinking quickly, Enma took out a bottle of hand sanitizer from her purse, unscrewed the top and stuffed a sheet of tissue paper halfway inside so that enough of it stuck out for her to light with a match. She shouted out the window, "Any humans out there, scatter now! Fire in the hole!"
Two of the people backed up, leaving four still grouped up. Enma lit the tissue and threw the bottle of hand sanitizer into the middle of the group. The improvised Molotov cocktail didn't exactly explode, but it did cause a lot of fire. All four of the figures lit up like a toasted marshmallow.
The thing about zombies, which makes it kind of creepy to watch when they're on fire, is that since they don't feel pain, they don't flail and thrash about like a person in pain would. They just stand there until either their brains boil or their muscles are no longer attached to their bones. Three of them continued what they were doing. The only problem was that the fourth started to thrash around wildly. All four eventually fell to the ground and remained still.
The two people had watched the entire scene unfold. One of them, a teen aged girl fell to her knees in body wracking sobs. The other, a grown man, suddenly ran at the vehicle and started beating on the passenger side, shouting, "You son of a bitch! That was my wife! That was my..." His voice trailed off, as did the fists on metal and he too crumpled to the ground in tears.
Enma was horrified. She was going to exit the vehicle, but Father Ng put a hand on her shoulder. "Give him a moment. I'll go speak with him. Enma wept while her husband went to comfort the mourning widower. He whispered a prayer over him.
The man got up weakly and put his hands up in protest. "Please, mister, I'm an atheist."
Father Ng backed up a bit, giving the man a respectful distance to honor his beliefs. The man walked over to where the teen aged girl was crying and reached a hand out to her. She took his hand and got to her feet. Father Ng asked them if they would like to ride in the vehicle with them. Reluctantly, they accepted.
For a while, the Centimator drove on in silence. The sobbing came in waves ebbing and flowing with cycling emotions. Enma finally mustered the strength to attempt speech. "I take full responsibility for what happened and I apologize from the bottom of my heart." Having said all that can be said in such a situation, she gave the two newcomers time to process. She expected no response and got none.
After a long while, the man felt compelled to at least express appreciation for the ride. "My name is Edger Holts and this is my daughter, Cyril. I want to thank you for picking us up." After that, it looked like he wanted to say more, but he restrained himself.
"Oh Lord, there are so many of them!" Father Ng exclaimed as a wall of zombies came into view. Just then he hit the brakes as a huge lumbering furry humanoid form stepped out of the bushes and into the road.
"Or we can call it the shut the hell up or I'll kick you where the sun doesn't shine trail, mouth breather," suggested Mbu with a smirk.
"Do not speak so lightly of hell, son," pleaded Father Ng.
"Father dearest, my freedom of speech doesn't infringe upon your freedom of religion," retorted Mbu.
"Please, Father, allow me to submit my rebuttal to your son's eloquent jibe against my lively and jocular attempts at lifting the mood in the car. Mbu, my old buddy old pal, I only breathe through my mouth around you because you've go halitosis, so why don't you take your grumpy attitude and stick it right up your..."
"Hey, there's some people out there!" shouted Yanluo.
We all looked out the bullet proof windows and saw that, indeed, there was a scuffle going on between a small group of people and some zombies.
Thinking quickly, Enma took out a bottle of hand sanitizer from her purse, unscrewed the top and stuffed a sheet of tissue paper halfway inside so that enough of it stuck out for her to light with a match. She shouted out the window, "Any humans out there, scatter now! Fire in the hole!"
Two of the people backed up, leaving four still grouped up. Enma lit the tissue and threw the bottle of hand sanitizer into the middle of the group. The improvised Molotov cocktail didn't exactly explode, but it did cause a lot of fire. All four of the figures lit up like a toasted marshmallow.
The thing about zombies, which makes it kind of creepy to watch when they're on fire, is that since they don't feel pain, they don't flail and thrash about like a person in pain would. They just stand there until either their brains boil or their muscles are no longer attached to their bones. Three of them continued what they were doing. The only problem was that the fourth started to thrash around wildly. All four eventually fell to the ground and remained still.
The two people had watched the entire scene unfold. One of them, a teen aged girl fell to her knees in body wracking sobs. The other, a grown man, suddenly ran at the vehicle and started beating on the passenger side, shouting, "You son of a bitch! That was my wife! That was my..." His voice trailed off, as did the fists on metal and he too crumpled to the ground in tears.
Enma was horrified. She was going to exit the vehicle, but Father Ng put a hand on her shoulder. "Give him a moment. I'll go speak with him. Enma wept while her husband went to comfort the mourning widower. He whispered a prayer over him.
The man got up weakly and put his hands up in protest. "Please, mister, I'm an atheist."
Father Ng backed up a bit, giving the man a respectful distance to honor his beliefs. The man walked over to where the teen aged girl was crying and reached a hand out to her. She took his hand and got to her feet. Father Ng asked them if they would like to ride in the vehicle with them. Reluctantly, they accepted.
For a while, the Centimator drove on in silence. The sobbing came in waves ebbing and flowing with cycling emotions. Enma finally mustered the strength to attempt speech. "I take full responsibility for what happened and I apologize from the bottom of my heart." Having said all that can be said in such a situation, she gave the two newcomers time to process. She expected no response and got none.
After a long while, the man felt compelled to at least express appreciation for the ride. "My name is Edger Holts and this is my daughter, Cyril. I want to thank you for picking us up." After that, it looked like he wanted to say more, but he restrained himself.
"Oh Lord, there are so many of them!" Father Ng exclaimed as a wall of zombies came into view. Just then he hit the brakes as a huge lumbering furry humanoid form stepped out of the bushes and into the road.
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