Who: Christopher and John Ross used with permission What: Witch hunting When: A couple of days ago Where: The wilderness Warnings: A little slicing and dicing, but not too much
There had been a lot of talk around town about these new zombies that some people were calling zombies. Ever since coming to Everett, Christopher and John Ross were getting used to a lot of other worldly things and had even been introduced to some real live witches that didn't have the decency to wear black hats and ride on brooms. They looked like anyone else would look. These new zombie things being called witches? Not so much. They looked different than your average rotting corpse and a couple of times when Christopher had stepped outside to get some air close by the inn, he'd heard crying. From the sound of it, he didn't think that there was just one of them because it was coming from different directions. He wondered if Azazeal had a sound barrier against them inside the inn because he didn't hear it the second he stepped inside, but he sure did standing outside.
It wasn't long after lunch time when he and John Ross decided to take a walk through the woods and check out some of the other cabins in the area. They'd done a little searching not long after coming into Everett, but between zombies, hell gods, and baby announcements, they hadn't done much since then. Loading up with plenty of guns and ammo, they set out. People were saying that if you avoided the witches they wouldn't bother you, so Christopher planned to do exactly that. If only he could say the same for his much more unpredictable cousin.
"They wouldn't be so bad if they stop that creepy ass crying," Christopher said and steadied his shotgun in his hands. There was another strapped over his back with a couple of handguns on his body somewhere too. Guns were a way of life on the ranch for the Ewings long before the outbreak and now that they were in the middle of it? A gun was like a security blanket for them. "We can't hear them inside, but I swear I could hear them when I was trying to sleep last night."
"Looking for a date, cuz?" John Ross smirked at his cousin and rested his own gun easily on his shoulder. To a lot of people it would probably look like he wasn't on guard, but John Ross could steady his gun and set off a straight shot in a manner of seconds. There were rites of passage growing up as Ewings that didn't always involve scandal or annual barbeques.
"I think I'm good, but thanks." Christopher rolled his eyes. "But the Inn has been a lot quieter lately don't you think?" Claire had left to go look for some of her family and that was something Christopher could respect. Elena, Rebecca, and his father were up in Canada and if it weren't for needing to stay back with John Ross he probably would be there with them. In the beginning he wanted to kick his cousin's ass for jumping out of that helicopter, but there was pride in staying behind to care for the ranch as long as they could. They let the horses go and then they'd left to go off on their own.
"A little," John Ross said quietly. He missed the beautiful blonde Texan too. And he missed her cooking something fierce. Both of the Ewing brothers did. Without any other talk on the subject, the older Ewing changed the subject. "There's one of the cabins." Christopher nodded and followed next to him, still keeping his eyes peeled for any regular zombies that tried to come up on them while they were keeping eyes out for the witches. At least they gave off a warning with their constant crying.
They were about to step up on the porch when Christopher quickly reached out and held out his hand in front of John Ross to stop. "Wait. Do you hear that?" There was a faint sound of crying coming from inside the cabin. "Let's forget this one."
"Hell no. I'm not giving up a cabin for a zombie." Looking at Christopher, John Ross smirked that smirk that he knew so well. The one that he'd been given the moment before John Ross jumped out of that helicopter. "Cover me."
Before Christopher could stop him, John Ross entered the cabin and didn't bother trying to be quiet about it at all. The door was kicked open and gun cocked. From inside, he heard John Ross say, "Dry those tears, sweetheart, because I'm about to put you out of your misery."
And then there was a scream followed by gunfire.
He didn't know how many shots they'd both fired at the thing, but she wasn't going down easily. Shotgun shells covered the cabin floor and she still managed to come at them with her claws. A couple of times she managed to get both John Ross and then Christopher pretty good on their arms while she desperately was trying to swipe their guns away and lash out at them. Christopher had lost count a long time ago at the number of bullets and ignored the sharp, throbbing pain in his arms and chest. Aiming for her head, he stepped forward with his handgun and fired off five shots directly into her skull. On the fourth she was finally falling to the floor and the fifth shut her up for good.
Both boys stood still and waited for her to pop back up again. When she didn't, John Ross turned to Christopher and there was that look trademark look again. "Welcome to our summer home, princess."