The Henshaw Boys (© Ben R. Busse)
Page 2 Suddenly, she
started running eastbound, out of the park toward a row of houses. Craig could now
see Carl sprinting through the park toward the little girl. The girl reached
the street a good five seconds ahead of Carl. Carl never slowed down and kept running
toward her. When the girl reached the first house, Craig and Phil lost sight of
her when she ran around the corner. Seconds later, they lost sight of Carl as
he ran around the same corner of the house. Three gunshots
echoed from the vicinity of the house. "What did that fuckin’
idiot just do!" shouted Phil. "God damn that moron! If he shot her, I’ll kill
him!" "What the fuck
happened?" shouted Craig into the radio. There was no
reply. "Let’s get out
of here before those things figure out where we’re at," said Craig. Craig and Phil
grabbed their rifles and ran out of the house toward where they last saw Carl
and the girl. Once on the
street, they could see the ghouls they’d been looking at for the last day and a
half stumbling toward the park. In addition to them, they could see several
more now coming out of the abandoned houses. "There’s going
to be a big block party with these things if we don’t get out of here soon," thought
Craig. As Craig and
Phil approached the house where they heard the gunfire, they carefully walked
around the corner with their rifles at the ready. On the ground
were two bodies. Half of little girl’s throat was ripped out where she lay next
to a very large zombie with fresh blood in its mouth and a gunshot wound to its
head. Carl was standing over both bodies holding his pistol. "You asshole!" shouted
Phil. "Can’t you do anything right?" "What’d I do?"
asked Carl. "We needed her
alive! Now she’s just garbage!" shouted Craig. "All you had to do was catch
her. Catch a five year old kid, but you let her get chomped on instead." "Don’t blame me,"
complained Carl. "That fucker came out of nowhere and grabbed her before I
could do anything about it." "What do we do
now?" asked Phil. "We get the
fuck out of here before the lunch-crowd arrives," said Craig. As they ran
they had to zigzag through the growing number of zombies that were now all over
the street. A few moments later, they were back to their vehicles which were
parked on the next block over. "Now what?" asked
Carl. "That kid was our ticket in." "Once we get
back on the main highway, we’ll radio Steiner and see if we can cut a deal with
him," said Craig. "I hate that
sneaky prick," said Phil. "He’s the only
one that can get the shit we need now," said Craig. "So it’s either deal with him
or think of something else." The three men
then entered their vehicles and drove off.
"THE WOMEN"The Henshaw
boys. Brothers Craig, Carl and cousin Phil. All born losers from the same
shallow gene pool. They were the
family down the street that no one liked. Drinking, fighting and the cops at
their home, at least once a week. Both brothers and their cousin grew up
without any father in the home. When and if their fathers ever came home, it
was because they somehow managed a successful parole or got kicked out of
whatever situation they were currently living in. The Henshaw
boys’ lives were not a success story. For their first twenty-five years, it involved
getting kicked out of every school for fighting, petty arrests, probation, and working
menial jobs for lousy money. No one wanted anything to do with these three
assholes. Nor would any halfway decent-looking woman. Everyone knew
that they wouldn’t amount to anything. Well, at least not until the world ended. Luck and
fortune, which had eluded them before, turned in their favor in the world of
the dead. In order to survive, a person had to do whatever was necessary. The
Henshaw boys soon became masters at survival. [ Continue to page 3 ] |