Chapter 59 - War (part 9)

Lance watches the boys pour over the map while talking to themselves noticeably and strangely Lance thinks both aloud and in sign language. From the bits and pieces he could gather the boys were planning on doing a hunt of sorts like a brotherly competition if he had heard correctly but he couldn't quite make out. Finally the curiosity got to an unbearable point. "What are you boys so eagerly talking about?" Lance asks watching the boys. "A friendly competition between our 2 clans but of course this ain't gonna be for a while depending on you pansy fucks." Riley answers in his usual aggressive fashion. "Good to know I guess." Lance says. "How is reclaiming the prison going?" Riley asks. "We have cleared the entrance further and part of the east wing." Lance says proudly. Riley continues looking at the map pointing in places that Tank circles with a red marker. "I need 10 clansmen to go clear the west wing in the prison before dark volunteers will be given extra points for securing the armory going solo." Riley says into his radio. "Was that not good enough?" Lance asks mildly insulted. "Not everything i do is an insult Lancey boy that was just a jump start of sorts." Riley says dismissively as almost all the present 13 clan members burst into the tent. "Who is our least capable fighter here?" Riley asks Tank. "sorry man." Tank says pointing at a lanky boy with a buzz cut. "Go show them how its done and don't come back without that fucking armory cleared." Riley says looking the boy heavy in the eye. Turning slowly to Lance Riley grins. "Now that was an insult." Riley laughs as the boy darts off to prove himself. " alright Lance we need you guys getting your smithy and farms started up so get that going while i get more people to get on your wall." Riley raises a finger before anyone can speak. "Before you fuckheads try bitching my reasons are simple Camelot really isn't a fighting clan and our 13 is a fighting clan we aren't really a farmer clan they are i want us getting to what we do best fast and get us into our roles plus face it I'm a fucking impatient asshole." Riley explains. "We will help make a fighting force for Camelot to be here but in my opinion we will be a fighting force on call for hordes and raiders." Riley further explained. "Okay sounds good to me." Lance says shrugging. He had to admit just from his observations these kids were much meaner and efficient zombie killers than his people they not only had no problem killing any type of zombies let alone the fact they seemed to be utterly eager for the hunting of bigger meaner zombie hordes or variants. "Alrighty I'm going to take a group with me to clear more prison while tank slave drives the building of the wall." Riley says standing up popping his neck. "So who wants to play with daddy Riley and who wants to go with tank?" Riley asks. Nearly all the clan members move to Riley. "you , you, you, you, and you go with Tank the rest of you lets go get to work." Riley says leaving the tent followed by the pleased Clan members. Tank and Lance share a grinning look and laugh. "What is so funny?" a disappointed clan member asks. "You guys got the easy and better job going with Riley is going to be such hell." Tank says happily. "It is true that is some nerve racking shit that guy makes me wanna shit a brick." Lance says. The kids stare at Lance the adult saying this and become plagued with questions of what it is that makes these 2 feel this way. "What is it like being with Riley?" a young girl asks. "Kind of like being in a cage with a rabid demon panther that wants to kill all moving things and you are wrapped in fresh meat." Lance says. "While also feeling like your the safest person on the planet." Tank adds "oh those guys are screwed aren't they?" the girl asks. "Pretty much." Tank chuckles