Farewell Old Mate Part 2
Copyright © 2016 by Penny Kanga
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Bridgette Kemo Lorenzen
“What’s the big rush?” Gevo inquired, thinking completely with his roly-poly stomach as usual; all while rather greedily gulping down nearly more than half of a box of hushpuppies and washing it all down with his long swig of root beer. “There’s plenty of chow here to go around for all of us.” “That’s not at all what we mean, lover wolf.” Tawret quipped in a flat and urgent tone in response. “Hati is damn well on his way here to bring this bitch to the ground right here and now, and unless the rest of us are planning to move on to your next life choice early or either become braindead zombies, Bridgette and I suggest we promptly get a move on for damn sure as quick as we can. We just had to mow down about two dozen members of his newly acquired police force to prove it.” Penny’s statement had suddenly been loudly answered by the thunderous and startling roar of an explosion, followed by a chorus of terrified hollers and screams from the many, many crowds of Friday mallgoer animals around us. When the ringing tinnitus of my ears finally cleared up, and the smoke lifted, a slew of New Jersey devil style wolves; dressed in full and scarily authentic HoCo police SWAT armor and gear began charging at in in animally brisk pace straight for us as Tawret and I scrambled to our feet along with the rest of the crew and almost immediately began putting quick and steadfast defensive bullets down range. It took a fuck of a good while and a shitload of going through mag after mag, but after a jolly good, long scrap and rodeo, we finally managed to down the absolute very last of the devilish wolves and canids and was just about to full on dip after I got right on the horn with Meya in the parking lot, when a single shot of what sounded quite distinctly like a desert eagle from behind us and the crying shout of pain from the lips and muzzle of none only that other than… Jera? “Shit!” Meeka cried desperately, drawing her golden M9 Beretta and popping off as many well aimed shots into the fully present form of Hati a short way down the hall next to the old game store, but shockingly to no avail. He let out a dark and giddy like laugh that chilled my very bones to the marrow before turning slowly down the rest of the corridor and disappearing into full on thin air unknowingly before a crowd of various foxes and a few felidae congregating like usual teenage stoners near the up and down escalators.