My name is Ben Taylor. I’m 31 years old. I’ve been to jail a bunch of times, usually because I was drunk. I don’t think I’m a bad guy. Luce says I just have moments of bad. I say so does she.
She don’t argue ‘bout that.
Luce won’t write right now. She says she has writer’s block. We are still in the apartment. She didn’t like I started writing in her diary.
She wasn’t telling it right.
After the gunshots went off, Grayson threw a bag at Luce (why the bastard didn’t give it to me, I’ll never know) and said, you know what to do. We are tracking you, so don’t go far.
Luce just looked at him, “What, I heard what you told Ben, you going to bleed us after we fight your war?”
He laughed and walked to the back. He was quick about it. Too quick if you ask me, stupid cop.
The gunshots kept going on and Luce dug in the bag.
“You know how to use a gun?” she said.
I hunted. Of course I do but she was getting all bossy like she does. I know better than she does. I’ve proved that to her a couple of times since that first day.
“Yeah,” I said.
She was breathing hard but so was I. She was all flushed and I liked it. I decided to go first, being a guy and all.
Luce, being Luce, wouldn’t let me. She edged out beside me, “Let’s go before they get the leeches out.”
I like her but I wasn’t in the mood for her being all bitchy.
She walked to the door and opened it.
There were a bunch of those bleeding assholes out there.
But not too many, so we shot them and they fell.
Her car was about two blocks away. We killed whom Luce called Lynn about halfway in as she was bleeding all over the place and she smelled like a sack of dead raccoon road kill.
Luce had an old SUV and it started it at the first try. The dead were walking the street.
They weren’t eating brains or nothing, but she ran over them anyway and we headed to the country.
“We are being followed,” she said.
“I figure,” I said.
“Who are you again,” she asked. I told her. I told her everything even when we stopped at an abandoned convenience store. Well, there was one of those deadies but we got rid of her.
We loaded the van up with supplies and we both grabbed a few cartoons of cigarettes. Who knew Luce was a smoker?
She didn’t say anything as she listened to the radio that she kept switching around like a madwoman and I was surprised to here music.
“Satellite,” she told me without me asking.
The back was full with food, water, juice, jerky and beer.
I reached in the back and grabbed a beer from the cooler we filled up. She grabbed all of them, which totaled about six, filled them with ice and we had a ton of stuff in ‘em.
She turned the radio off finally as we headed on a back road.
“You scared,” she said.
“No, primadonna, I’m as happy as a clam,” I retorted. “Of course I’m scared. They come out in the day too. We’ve seen that. What we gonna do?”
She looked at me and I liked her right then. She looked like a real person.
“I don’t know,” she said. “But we still don’t know why they want our blood, so they aren’t going to hurt us right now. They are testing us.”
I hadn’t thought about that but I knew at that moment, she was right.
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