Tank watches as a blood drenched Riley walks up to him. Blood is matted in his already very red hair and all over his mouth there is one hole in his jacket on his right shoulder and his bag clatters with something. "What happened, are you okay Ri?" Tank asks, rushing to him. "Just had a hot dog." He says spitting blood. "Wasn't very good." Tank rubs his shoulder. "You're okay right?" Tank asks worriedly. Riley smiles tiredly. "I'm gonna give this shit to Alex. Can you and Slim help me load and move some generators?" Riley asks the older boy. Tank chuckles and pats his shoulder wishing he had the younger one's strength. "Yeah, we're taking the truck?" "and the van" Riley responds. Tank nods. "I'll get ready," He says, walking off to find Slim. Riley walks into Alex's room and drops his bag in front of the boy. "What's this?" Alex asks "Fuck if I know hopefully you do." Riley responds. Alex roots around in the bag and inspect the bottles. "These are antibiotics and some kickass pain killers. I could probably make the expired shit into a new batch if I had the right stuff." Alex says looking up at Riley and seeing his gorey appearance at last. "Give me a list," He says, turning to leave. Alex grabs his arm stopping him. "Hey man, I wanted to tell you." Alex says quietly. "What?" Riley asks roughly, spitting a bloody chunk. "I'm sorry for complaining about you and talking shit." "Is that all loser?" Riley laughs. "Dont worry about it while Im out there I shit talk all of you to the zombies so fuck it if you do it." Riley says, walking away and waving. "Get me your list I'll get you your shit." Alex watches the older boy leave. "He looks like shit and in pain but he is still going. How does he do it?" Alex asks the walls. "He was made for this world of monsters since he himself is one." Jason replies from the hall. "I'm scared of the day he lets loose and loses control." Alex watches him climb into the truck with Tank and Slim from his window. "Me too." Alex whispers
As the boys get ready pulling their weapons out they follow Rileys lead slipping into a crouch as he glides across the macabre parking lot. Riley pauses and stops the boys pointing with his machete he points at a blood pool on the sidewalk. "That wasn't there when I left." He whispers. Moving closer leaving the 2 shivering boys behind Riley quietly mutters his mantra. Inside there are blood smears on the floor and a body lays barely on the counter by a register. A dull quiet bang echoes throughout the seemingly empty store. Tank and slim stand beside Riley as he studies the dead zombie and the thin line on its forehead. "Damn dude you did a number here." Tank says. Riley slowly turns staring at Tank with angry wide eyes lifting a finger to his lips. "These three I didn't kill," He whispers. Walking slowly the boys move to the aisle with the mutilated zombie dog. Still the banging continues. With his free hand Riley draws his abused chef's knife. "You 2 load the generators. I'm going to see what that noise is, be silent and fast if you see too many of them leave the generators and me." Riley whispers moving down the aisles before the larger boys could argue. "Where does he get those diamond balls?" Tank whispers as he and Slim strain lifting the first 2 generators glad they have wheels on one side. Riley peaks around one aisle and sees a zombie. The banging continues but can't be this one as it isn't moving. Stalking up behind it he swings his arm around its neck and drives his chefs knife into its temple. Lowering it silently he rises holding his machete close to his aching shoulder and his knife slightly behind him. Slowly he once again peeks around the corner. "1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12." He quietly whispers counting zombies standing around a metal cabinet that a small girl zombie wearing a bloody teal shirt is banging on. Moving close to the only straggler not near another zombie Riley repeats his earlier kill figuring if it ain't broke don't fix it. Blood spurts from its head spattering his already filthy face as he pulls his knife free. Rolling his shoulders Riley hops a u shaped counter with three registers. "1 dead fuck 11 dead fucks remaining." He whispers. Riley flips the knife so it faces out like the machete in his other hand. Taking a deep breath Riley recites. "I am a monster. I am a hunter. I will conquer this world in a sea of my enemies' blood, living and dead. Not a single fear will enter my head for I am dead and one day I'll be the savior but now I am the monster, I am the hunter." He taps his weapons together. Tap. tap. Tap. The zombies turn with the exception of the little girl and begin moving forward. The first zombie to reach him he hacks into its head ripping the machete free spraying fresher blood everywhere. The second reaches him as he is pulling his blade free and receives the chef knife in its eye as a reward. Pulling both weapons free he steps back and takes a deep breath. Stepping forward he stabs the closest in the chin letting go of the knife he grips the machete in both hands and brings it down on the next sliding the blade free. The zombie he had stabbed in the chin falls on the blade driving it out the top of its head. 2 more zombies fall to the machete. Another trips falling in the pile and Riley pushes a heavy register on it crushing its skull. One begins climbing over the counter so Riley yanks it over and slams his foot down curb stomping the back of its neck echoing a sick crack. The next Riley stabs with his machete and then gripping the protruding blade from the zombie who had his chef knife in it he yanks the blade the rest of the way and throws it into the eye of the last advancing corpse killing it with luck and skill though mostly luck. Riley plops down driving his machete into the broken neck zombie's head with his weight. Riley pulls the weapon free and sighs tiredly when a shadow falls over him and the zombie girl opens her mouth shrieking. Riley slides his blade into her mouth and out the back of her head. "Shut up." He says tiredly. After a few minutes Riley stands up and collects his chef knife, breaking the tip off. "Fuck me." Riley moans as his long standing companion and partner in crime no longer can stab. Walking towards the others Riley stops in front of a display of 20 dollar to 40 dollar knives varying from pocket knives to hunting knives. Grabbing all of them he puts them in his backpack and uses a box cutter to open a hunting knife that he slips on his belt. Looking up he sees Tank looking at him. "Knife broke I needs a new one til we get back. Problem?" He asks, his voice cracking from exhaustion. Looking behind him the boys see the pile of dead zombies. "Nope." Tank says. "Get the generators?" Riley asks, wiping blood from his face. "Only 2 fit in the truck we were about to stick the smaller ones in the van" Tank says. Riley shakes his head. "Come help me look at something then I want you 2 to take the truck back." Riley says and the larger boys nod. As they watch him they can't help but feel fear and awe. This is a different kind of monster and they were very grateful it was on their side. Walking up to the cabinet Riley has a boy stand on either side behind him with weapons ready. "Get it fast if it knocks me down." Riley growls. Taking a handle in his hand Riley rips the door open to a scream. His hand shoots out and grips a blond girls mouth. "Shut the fuck up or I'll cut your damn head off." He snaps. The girl breathes fast, quietly sobbing. "Dude that's Jessica Rice, the bitch that tortured us in highschool and did that shit to Rat." Tank says pointing his knife at her. "Doesn't matter, take her home and have Jason decide what to do." Turning back to Jessica, Riley removes his hand. "I'm going to zip tie your hands and feet and put a bag on your head. You give these 2 any trouble I kill you and feed you to them." He says pointing back at the pile making the girl cry harder. "Th-that's my sister." The girl weeps looking at the teal shirt. "I'm sorry for your loss but if you want to live, cooperate and you'll be fine." Riley says tying the girl. "I'm gonna finish up here and get a move on." Riley says standing up and looking around as the colossal Tank puts the girl over his shoulder. "You gonna be okay?" He asks. "I'll be back soon." Riley responds. "Be safe brother." Tank says taking the girl away. Riley rolls his neck popping it. "Time to get to work and find 5 more dead fucks." He Growls to himself.