900 Miles (Book 2): 900 Minutes by S. Johnathan Davis

over to a man who was holding a CB, Gordon said two simple but horrifying words ,“ Move in . ”
    The man echoed the phrase into the radio, and before Kyle or I could do anything about it, we had seven armed men rushing out the door to the roof behind us. I heard the crunching of their feet racing along the pebble-filled rooftop before I had time to react.
    Kyle was up on his feet in an instant, but it was too late.
    They had us.
     
     

 
     
     
    Chapter 10

Now, THAT was a contest!
     
    The still warm blood from Mr. Mulle t’ s wound soaked into my pant leg, a sure sign that his life was much too quickly dripping onto the concrete below. Kneeling before Gordon, along with Kyle, Jarvis, and Rodgers, I found my mind racing at the thought of what came next.
    Looking around for the backpack that Jarvis had filled with the meds, I found it resting in a pile along with our weapons. It was fairly full. I knew Jarvis was n’ t kidding when he said h e’ d hit the mother lode.
    Drawing my attention back to the man in front of me, I found Gordon sharing his biggest smile with us. However, he did n’ t say a single word at first. Instead, he walked over to the man holding the CB. I could hear a request to signal their ride slip through his lips, calling it back to our location at the school.
    The wind picked up a bit, and from time to time, I would hear some of Gordo n’ s soldiers get spun-up at the chance to kill another approaching Z. They reveled in every kill. I ca n’ t say I blamed them. After all, I did n’ t mind bashing a few Z heads. But not even the exaggerated weapon s’ fire bouncing off the walls of the school could pull my mind from the myriad of questions plaguing my mind. As we sat in silence, I could n’ t help but wonder why the hell these maniacs were keeping us alive. Why would Gordon have lured us her e… and who the hell helped him from the inside?
    “ Thirty minute s‘ til the y’ re here? Well now, that gives us time to have a little fun ,” I heard Gordon say in a deep, sensationalized voice, loud enough so we could hear it. 
    The rhythmic click of the cane got louder as Gordon stepped back over toward his captives. He finally stopped right in front of us, but behind Mr. Mullet, still held face down by that giant hulk of a man. Up close, the Hulk looked as dumb as he was big. His face was near expressionless, with larger than what I would consider human eyebrows, and a slight dumbfounded smirk that seemed to be permanently painted across his face.
    Raising his cane into the air, Gordon finally spoke .“ So, gentlemen, we have a little spare time ahead of us while we wait for our ride. This presents us with an interesting opportunity . ”
    His men were gathering around us now, grinning ear-to-ear along with Gordon. They followed his every movement, listening to each syllable.
    “I’ ve got the perfect idea ,” he pronounced. After nodding over toward a few of his men, they circled around our little group and prodded us to our feet. At gunpoint, they marched the lot of us over toward the side of the school where I remembered seeing the playground from the rooftop.
    As we turned the corner, I immediately noticed that the former children's stomping ground held all the normal playthings. A set of swings led up to a pole attached to a large rolling slide set in the middle. Surrounding it were a few benches, now covered in dark red blood that had come from the creatures killing the fat man. Gordo n’ s team had taken them out as we approached. The playground had a pirate theme, and there was a torn black flag displaying a skull and crossbones. It reminded me of the broken-down playground where w e’ d found Leonard, or Michael as he first introduced himself to us, in that first week of the apocalypse.
    I have heard the term innocence lost. I’ m not sure I can believe in loss without gain. However, what I am absolutely sure about is that what we were getting ready to experience felt a