Slippery: A Short Story

“Did you hear that?” asked the short soldier, nervously fondling his rifle, “Sounded like footsteps.”

"Well than use it all now. We'll count down from three and use all the might we have," said Ulrich.

It was a pleasant day in Central Park and Joan Crawford and Rosalie Perkins were enjoying an evening picnic when all of a sudden a loud commotion interrupted their peaceful meal. Interested, yet slightly irritated by their postponed date, they set off to examine as to what it was that was causing such a ruckus. Upon reaching the site of the commotion, they were greeted with the screams, shouts, and overall hysteria that was usually accompanied with the speaker proudly standing over the mass of civilians, the Joker, who was confidentially proclaiming his plans to destroy the park with everyone in it! With a detonation device firmly gripped in his hand, he explained that there were five bombs hidden around the park, all of which would go off

“Hey here, I must go quickly, hide these in the floorboard now. Guards might come check up on you if you know what I mean.” said Dodge as he dropped the guns down and left.

“I feel like we should save the bullets, I’ll learn by doing.” Jim looks at me with this sort of look of approval, and gives me this half smile before saying.

Albert opened up his driver’s window, peered down at Lovienthal and said, “We got to get that gate open! I’ll never be able to pick up enough speed here in the yard for us to crash through it and get past all of them. There’s too many, they’ll get stuck in the wheels. We’ll have to let some of them into the yard and disperse them out a bit.”

Every move was being watched, including his partner's action at the firing end. No firing was heard from the store, so that was good. Once the stream of dead was reduced to stragglers, the weapon fired then ratcheted to the left. A line of the dead dropped to the pavement , the black mist floating in the air. The observers were all grins, as the operation repeated several times. The convict's positions were taken over by others. The jobs weren't difficult once they were shown what to do.

Albert told him to get around that, he had given a back pack of his homemade explosives to Mitch and Blake the men keeping watch up on the third floor. The two of them took the bombs along with some of his homemade weapons and a golf cart he used for his landscaping duties, and they went over the bridge into Middleport. Where upon sight of them the dead instantly gave chase, but that was

“Run! Trav there gaining on us!” screamed Aaron. The tall, 17 year old boy, with dark brown hair was what seemed like miles in front of Travis, his younger brother, even carrying all the supplies for 3 people. Travis, looking back every couple of seconds, weakly yelled “Wait Arron to the right that should take u- us back!” Arron took a sharp right into an alley way. He tackled the few biters that were in the way to clear a path so his brother could get through safely. “Righ- no go left! Your left!” After following his brother’s directions they made it back to the main road where there dad was waiting, screaming, with the window down for them to hurry. Arron threw the large duffel bags into the back of his dads old, 2 door, 2000 Dodge Dakota with the dented hood. Travis bolted around the truck to the opened door on the other side and leaped to safety while, Arron hopped in the back and tapped the top of the truck 3 times signaling to his dad it was okay to go. Immediately after they speed away down the highway littered with crashed cars, corpses, abandoned suitcases, and much more. Aaron let out a deep breath and sat with his arm perched on the side of the truck as he watched as the horde of zombies faded away. He slid around the cooler and pulled out a Gatorade, wiping away the water that dripped from the bottle, with the bottom of his ACDC shirt. He slid open the back glass of the truck and handed it to Travis. His dad glared at Arron then told his

The Locomobile with the 2 men and dog occupants moves toward the vicinity of explosion. When they reach it they see people milling about. The fire trucks, police and cars are parked haphazardly about the street. (Reed, 49)

Theo delivered the beacon and planted it at the end of the tunnel, his watch read 8:24 pm the bombs were 6 minutes away, as he was planting the beacon a flash of light that could only be described as the light of a thousand sons filled the sky as the tunnel collapsed on him, 2 tons of dirt buried him in the earth, the others realized their plan had failed, so in the chaos of the guards scurrying about Rich stole some wire cutters from the storage house, he cut a hole in the fence small enough to be missed by a spotlight but large enough to get 43 prisoners out many were spotted and gunned down, those left stumbled through the woods the adrenaline soured in their

The two police men begin their conversation quietly as to not be heard the first one says “This is the third robbery this week and intel suggests that it is

For him, everything was a disaster. Sticky sweat trickled from his forehead getting into his bloodshot eyes . His eyes frantically blinked trying to moisturize his burning eyes. The salty smell of his sweat filled the cramped backstage making everything worse. At this point he was shaking and could not stop thinking about what might go wrong. His hands were trying to cover his red eyes. To calm his nerves he couldn't stop eating. The delightful smell of the the perfectly made cookies backstage made him feel even more hungry. No one backstage would go near him, except one girl who tried to get him to relax. Finally he started to calm down, but that did not stop him from finishing the

In this town was a lot of drug dealers. They were mostly young people who had

He inched his way over to the second guard and bent down, taking his firearm as well. After he stood back up, he let two more rounds go in the ceiling as he yelled for everyone to be quiet and stay down. He took a deep breath and swallowed hard as the hair on the back of his neck began to stand up. If he made one false move, one mistake could ruin this entire mission so he had to be careful, keep his eyes open, and be quick. He ran up to the counter, yelling for the bank tellers to get on the ground as he pointing the barrel at one of them, instructing her to get up and give him $10,000. She seemed reluctant when she looked around at the other tellers who were cowering in fear so he let another round go at the ceiling and pointed the barrel back down at her, yelling that she had better hurry up because he was getting tired of shooting the ceiling. The teller got up, walked over to the safe, and opened it as tears began to stream down her cheeks. A blinking number popped up on the screen, started at one, and began to climb as the blond haired woman began putting money in a bag. The number stopped at $7,000 and Osiris yelled at the teller, telling her that he hoped she didn’t think he wouldn’t shoot her and she gasped as she began putting more money in the bag. Osiris turned around, looking at the door as he began to hear police sirens then turned back to her, telling her to move faster. After a couple of more handfuls of cash, the number hit $10,000 and the teller