“Does Grimm have a brother?” Tayden said with eyes fixed on the cartoon like battle before him, Dirk and young Mr. Hill.
Grimm’s ax reaped through zombies like it was a sickle and they were the tares as an enraged flaming-topped-skeleton-biker-guy literally tore corpses apart with his bare hands.
“You think that’s strange…….is that Priest over there making blue shit come out of zombies and……singing?” Dirk asked as he checked how many clips he had left.
Then Hill spoke with a shake in his voice, “I’ve been in this God forsaken hell hole, running from my former neighbors who instead of shaking my hand wanna eat it, for a while now and I thought I’d seen some crazy shit but you know what…..….you guys and friends are really fucked up.”
“heh….kid, I think I’m starting to like to you.” Dirk smiled as he pulled the hammer back on his 45. “Well gentlemen, we aint getting’ any younger, shall we?” Dirk nodded his head toward the battle.
Tayden clinched his left fist while holding on to the book his right hand. “Looks like we may not be getting any older either….lets do this.”
Hill just looked at them both as he fingered his shotgun. “Whatever, man……whatever…”
