Y2K
Author: Quatez Reid

Chapter 11
The Pickup Truck

Smitty: God DAMN that was CLOSE! I'll never bad mouth the ACUs design EVER AGAIN!

*The zipline dips abit*

Smitty: Tell me THIS IS NOT HAPPENING!

[As Smitty is about to enter the garage, some of the dumbies start to crawl out the treehouse and crawl down the zipline...]

*Smitty finally gets into the garage and looks for his friends, but its too dark to see*

Boyd! Dr. Babe! I hate to say this but-

[A pair of bright lights illuminate the darkness right behind Smitty, and the hum of a pickup truck engine sounds off behind him...]

Boyd: GET IN!

Smitty: BUT HOW DID YOU-

Francis: WHOMEVER was here, left KEYS! NOW HURRY UP AND GET IN!

*As Smitty is about to hop in, the dumbies jump through the zipline hole and fall to the ground*

Smitty: God Damn dumb-

*The dumbies then get back up as if nothing happened and run towards Smitty*

[Francis, in a panicked state, presses down on the accelerator and shoots through the garage without even opening the doors...]

Smitty: Damn automatic pickup trucks! Well, atleast it ain't so dark anymore!

[With the new source of light from the moon, Smitty raises his rifle up and starts to shoot...]

Smitty: Count your ammo...

BLAM!

Smitty: Controlled pairs

BLAM!! BLAM!!

Smitty: Proper trigger squeeze. Sight picture...BREATH CONTROL!

[He rotates the selector switch on the M4 from Semi-Automatic to “Full Auto” and lets a desperation of spray and pray hopes fly. Once his magazine has been completely emptied, he drops it and looks around the garage...]

Smitty: No WONDER all the movies make us fire like that!

[As Smitty is admiring his handiwork, Francis circles around with the truck...]

Francis: GET IN NOW!

[Smitty runs for the truck and hops in the back, but hits his leg on something in the bed of the truck...]

Smitty: OW! DAMN IT!

*Smitty strains his eyes to see what is there in the darkness*

Smitty: OH MY GOD!

Boyd: WHAT YOU SAY BATTLE?

Smitty: FLAMETHROWER! HOW THAT OLD MAN'S FRIEND CAME ACROSS THIS, I DON'T CARE!

*Smitty stands up to try to fit the flamethrower tank on his back*

Francis: WOAH! SIT DOWN BACK THERE!

Boyd: YEAH! LISTEN TO HER! SHE ALREADY FLIPPED ONE OF HER CARS! YOU MIGHT WANNA-

*Francis punches Boyd in the arm*

I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW I AM A GREAT DRIVER

Boyd: As good as a woman can get...

Smitty: Heh...WAIT A DAMN! BOYD! WE FORGET ABOUT VONOTAR!?

Boyd: NOTED!

Smitty: HELL's THAT MEAN?

[The pickup truck drives through the night, trying to safely avoid the waves of the walking-dieing. Creeping around corners, driving through alleys, all trying to not ride the populated roads....]

Francis: Is...that it?

Boyd: Oh my God...TURN THE LIGHTS OFF!

*Smitty pops up from the truck bed to see whats going on*

Oh no...

[It appears to be a hive of dumbies crowded around the HMWVV now, all beating on the windows, trying to unlock the door and hop in, eager to get a bite of the human who awaits inside...]

 

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