*THUD*
Glen jumped into the hay behind the bank that was used to feed the horses.
F*CK!
Whoever wrote the game called Assassin's Oath was a damn big liar! Jumping into hay from above certainly hurt!
It hurt everywhere. Argh, hopefully, he didn't break anything.
*Growl*
Glen turned towards the zombie that growled towards him. It was a woman whose face and clothes were in a mess. There wasn't a single place left on her body that wasn't mutilated. With her pale skin, red eyes and the veins on her face she looked like nightmare fuel. She must have had a painful death.
She started to dash towards Glen... well it was more of a jogging really.
Glen rolled away. Crouched oh his knee and aimed with the rifle in his hands after closing his eye.
*Bang* *Clink*
The zombie woman then tumbled forward due to her inertia.
Glen inhaled the sweet smell of gunpowder. He shuddered with excitement. This smell was intoxicating.
Most importantly he didn't have to hold back anymore.
*Ch-Ch*
Glen cocked his rifle once more as he looked towards the zombies that started to head his way.
This was going to be fun!
***
"So, Mr Glen, would you like to explain how you are going to solve our predicament? We have 5 grown men, 8 women and 4 children. It's going to be hard to pierce through the zombies and escape from the town. Not to mention the amount of food we will need to survive afterwards. The closest settlement here is a week-long ride." Loretta asked Glen.
Glen turned towards Reyes. He wasn't being misogynistic but at this age, women didn't have any rights. So he didn't understand why Loretta was the one speaking to him. Was she the leader of the survivors here? How?
Reyes shook his head to indicate he didn't have any problems with Loretta speaking on their behalf.
"Well, I would need half the bullets you have in your stock. Only rifle, and pistol bullets. You can keep the shotgun shells. As long as you can provide me that you can walk out the front door comfortably" said Glen.
Yes, this was the reason he tried so hard to get inside the Watchmen's Station. If there were any bullets left inside the town, they would be here.
Getting his hands on those bullets was the only way for Glen to get rid of the zombies inside the town for good.
Ugh, thinking of the bullets he wasted on cleaning up destroyed towns filled Glen with so much regret.
If he knew they were so precious, he would do everything he could to save on bullets.
"Ha! I knew you were some kind of crook! You are already negotiating the price before even helping us. We can't give that many bullets" spoke one of the men inside the room.
His name was Arthur Hale. He looked to be in his late 20s like Glen. He was wearing a white shirt and a brown vest on top. He was carrying a revolver on his belt. His big nose, small eyes and pointy chin created the image of a rat. The only thing he was missing was a thin moustache. And, from his temperament, Glen figured he was a coward or a scourge. As he grew up surrounded by such people it wasn't hard for him to identify such people.
"How about we listen to him first?" said another.
This was Cecil Cohen. He was wearing an overall on top of a red lumberjack shirt. He was carrying a rifle in his hands that he used to lean on. He had a scruffy beard and he was missing an ear. He seemed to be in his forties and for some reason he was emitting this warm aura... like dad energy?
"Well..." said Glen.
***
Ezekiel watched as Glen kited the zombies.
Now, the sound of Zombies hitting the walls could not be heard anymore. All of them were going after Glen who seemed to be decimating any zombie that went into his range.
Ezekiel was awed by Glen's marksmanship, just like he said, he didn't miss a single shot. Even if it seemed like he was shooting towards an empty place suddenly a zombie would appear at the end of the bullet and die.
He knew that Glen was the boss of the legendary Red Viper gang but he never imagined he would be this good!
No wonder he was still alive despite the massacre of Rionel's Keep.
Also, what was it that he said?
Yeah, he had told him that this was not even his heyday. He used to be much better.
Maybe it was fate that Ezekiel met Glen. Thanks to him, his hometown could be saved.
"Now!" seeing that Glen was faraway enough Ezekiel shouted and what remained of the town watchmen opened the front door.
*Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang*
Instantly Four zombies fell down to the ground with bullet holes in their heads.
***
*Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang*
Hearing the far away gunshots Glen knew it was time for the second phase of the plan.
*Bang* *Clink*
Glen shot down a weird fat zombie with a bloated stomach that was coming towards him. Damn, he was scared that the zombie would blow itself up after reaching him just like a certain zombie from a certain game.
*Ch-Ch*
Glen cocked his rifle once more. By now he should already have killed more than 40 zombies but the horde didn't seem to get any smaller. In fact, it felt like it was getting even bigger.
Goddammit, how many zombies were even here in this small town!?
Then again, who cares? They would soon die anyway.
*Bang* *Clink*
Glen shot down another zombie. This one seemed to be a member of the original horde. His body was already decomposed beyond belief. Thankfully, he came across it during high noon. Otherwise, if they met during the night, it would give Glen a big headache.
*Ch-Ch*
Glen cocked his rifle once more. This time he didn't shoot immediately. Figuring he had enough time, he lit up the cigarette he was biting in his mouth.
*Inhale*
He took a deep breath and felt like he was in heaven. A relaxing feeling spread through his legs and he almost fell down. It was like ecstasy.
But he didn't have time to get high off of cigarettes so Glen turned back and kept running.