“’Cept for the guy with the robots. He’s not normal and you’ll probably have to fight him.” Again, he resisted the urge to tack on that he thought Finn was cool because of the robot thing. Stupid bro loyalty. “Maybe he’ll go Terminator on your ass.”
He arched an eyebrow at Brandon’s question, then looked straight ahead, out toward town, feigning interest in the trees. Brandon didn’t know about the incident yet. In all honesty, he wasn’t sure what the hell was wrong with him when it came to whatever it was he felt for Rae. After what happened, giving up on the possibility of… whatever… seemed like the best solution. “Dunno.” And that was an honest answer. Silas had no idea why he was pining over a mourning pregnant woman. He glanced down, watching the ashes from his cigarette float down towards the zombies. “She kissed me.”
Silas grinned in response to the threat. “Should’ve got me a redhead, then,” he remarked about the blowup doll. “Then we could’ve avoided this whole chat about how I don’t wanna fuck any of your sisters.”
The joke made him laugh. “Exactly. I was just doin’ my part to help her with her faith.”
Silas extended the cigarette in his hand to make a point. “Which is why I made a couple bigger bombs. These zombies get any fuckin’ bigger, I’m gonna have to start makin’ watermelon-sized bombs. Those would pack a fuckin’ punch.” They’d also be more difficult to transport in a duffel. “Rest of those fuckers are still worth five points.”
To demonstrate his agreement to the points system, Silas nodded and picked up one of the larger bombs from the bag, lit the fuse with his cigarette, and tossed it into the pit. The explosion took out a Climber attempting to get out of the pit, two Shufflers, blew the leg off a Leaper, and stumbled a Smasher. He grinned at the carnage. “Twenty points.”