Monday, April 25, 2011

Eftweve


He parked the car where he hoped it wouldn't be noticed. It was a bit beat up itself, and fit right in with the neighborhood. He buckled on the 45, and walked to the pawnshop. It was obvious that no one had been there since his previous visit. He was beginning to believe he was the only survivor. It was a depressing thought. Finster found a scoped 30'06 that he liked the feel of. He also took several boxes of ammunition.

As he stepped out of the door, he heard what sounded like a helicopter in the distance, and stepped quickly back inside. In a moment it flew over, headed in the direction of the water plant. He was sure they would be looking for him soon.

It was now late afternoon. He would have to find a place to spend the night soon. He was beginning to notice a peculiar odor in the air. With a shock he realized it was the smell of death. The city was filled with it. Maybe it would be better to get out of town.
He walked back to his car, and lay the rifle on the floor, behind the seat. He was about to get in, when his attention was diverted by the sound of an approaching vehicle. He crossed the street and stood just inside the ally, where he could watch, and not be seen.

The dogs were gone by now. But they had left quite a mess. Garbage was strewn all over the ground. Finster watched carefully as a truck drove slowly down the street. He cursed under his breath as he saw it stop by his car.
Two men got out. One he hadn't seen before. The other was Larry. They walked around his car, looking in the windows. The new man tried the driver's door. It wasn't locked. He took a quick look inside, and then closed it. It was Finster, they were looking for, not his car.

Finster stepped back into the ally. He began to try the few doors. Sooner or later they would check the ally. He didn't want to be here when they did. The men were in the street. He needed another way out. But all the doors were locked. To break in one, would make too much noise. He began to try the few windows.
Then, he heard a shout behind him.
"Freeze!"



*The Fuzz realizes that if someone were to actually read this stuff, they would be getting it sorta backwards. There is a link in the sidebar, "Finster", that will take one to another page with this mess in it's proper order.

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