An older white man, beard grey and covered in gore pounded on the thick store windows as Erik stood behind it.
“Let us in!” The old man shouted.
There were nine left, a cluster of desperation, as the infected stumbled after them. Erik watched. The revolver, he found behind the service desk, floated within a numb grip. Pointed at the gray strands of hair below the man’s nose. The old man stopped pounding on the window, looked back and noticed another prisoner was taken down in a gory infected lunge. He placed his face against the dirty glass, his arms outstretched.
“Kill me! Just do it!” He shouted.
Erik squeezed the trigger. The hammer clicked back. A noise startled Erik and he fired into the wall on the left. The old man, stepped back and watched as a group of prisoners stepped into the Corner Store from the back.
“Get out of my store!” Erik shouted. “This is my store!”
“Hold up,” replied a tall black man. “My name is Jean Claude. We are not hear to hurt you. We just need a safe place to stay.”
“This is not a safe place,” Erik replied but then paused. “You have an accent. What is that, where are you from?”
“Ay, I am Haitian, man. I moved up here before the infection. I’m not a threat. We are not a threat. We just need a place to stay and then we will move on.”
Erik turned to find the old man had disappeared from the window replaced by several infected, eager to step threw the window.
“They are going to break my window,” Erik replied as the others approached. “They are…”
Soon, Erik was disarmed and forced to sit.
“Listen here, you crazy nut,” Sean Baker stepped in front of Erik. “I have had way too much of this. The threats, the beatings and the intimidation. I have no problem ending your life.”
“Stop Sean,” shouted Andrew Baker, a carbon copy of the blue eyed, dark skinned, man that held Erik by the collar of his shirt.
“You, all need to stop,” added the old, graying man. The old man’s voice was slow and careful. “This man has been trapped in this store for God knows how long. He is allowed some paranoia and psychosis. Let’s figure out what we are going to do now. I’m stuck in this damn place with my granddaughter and her family. I don’t want to see anymore violence.”
Sean let Erik go and stepped away. Erik searched the room to see all nine survivors standing around him. “Did you close and lock the back door?”