Page 37 of Point of Infinity
“These should fit.” He ripped the plastic off and handed me a pair of leggings.
I slid them on. They were a little baggy but stayed up. I pulled on my boots.
“What do you mean, they’re dead?” Eddie’s voice rose to a high pitch. “All of them? Where’s Pres?”
“What’s going on?”
“We need to hunt them down and finish them.” A chair fell over. The television was silenced. “No, no one’s seen Reid either. Like he disappeared.”
Reid shuffled toward the door and pressed his ear to it.
“What happened?” Daniels asked. They were close to the closet door.
Reid backed up.
“Stay behind me.” He pulled out his gun and pointed it at the door.
The knob jiggled.
“We need to grab more weapons and be ready to go when Pres gets back.” The door shook. “What the fuck?” He banged on the door. “Is someone in there?”
Reid put his finger over his lips.
I grabbed my twenty-two, slid it in my boot, and grabbed my knife. I pulled it out of its sheath. Reid looked at it and smirked.
A loud thud hit the door, and the chair slid down, then the door popped open.
“What the fuck?” Eddie stared at the chair on the floor and had yet to register our presence. But the other guy was more observant.
“Reid.” Daniels pointed. “We’ve been looking for you all evening.” He noticed the gun and reached behind him, but apparently, he wasn’t carrying, but Eddie was. He finally grasped the seriousness of the situation and reached for his own gun. Before he could point it in our direction, Reid fired.
Pop!
The gunshot echoed back and forth in the small space. My ears rang. The smell of gunpowder hit me in the face with a force I hadn’t expected. The next millisecond, the bullet connecting with flesh made my stomach roll. It happened so fast but felt like the world slowed down. It reminded me of when Reid got shot. Time stood still.
The bullet produced a small hole in the front of his left meaty biceps, but the back of his arm exploded. I spotted blood spatter a couple of feet behind him.
“Wow.” I couldn’t say if I said it out loud. Eddie screamed and gripped his arm before falling back. The momentum of the bullet turned his body, and he landed right on his left side and letout another guttural scream. He growled through the pain. Spit fell from his mouth as he scrambled to pull himself up.
“Move away from the door,” Reid yelled, but Eddie let go of his arm and reached for his weapon again.
“Don’t do it, Eddie.” Reid stepped forward. I was on his hip, following him out the door. “Stay down.”
Daniels stood near the closet door, his eyes wide, stunned.
“Reid.” Eddie had his weapon out. He aimed it at us. “You gonna shoot me while I’m down?”
“Yes.” Reid tilted his head and fired.
I gasped and covered my ears with my hands. Reid held me back, but I peeked around him. He’d hit Eddie right between the eyes. He almost looked shocked as he went limp and fell backward onto the floor. His body twitched, and a foul odor wafted in the air.
Daniels let out a stifled scream and covered his eyes with his hands. We looked like the three wise monkeys, but missing the one covering his mouth. I stared up at Reid. His focus shifted to Daniels, who continued to scream. It would have been comical if it weren’t so damn sad and horrifying.
“Daniels.” Reid grabbed him by the neck and threw him into the chair. “Where’s Pres? Does he have Patrick?”
He narrowed his eyes and stood up.
Reid punched him in the gut with the butt of his gun. He doubled over and fell back into the chair.
