Jail break (part 9)

Tank laughs as the 2 ride around the block and down side streets Riley shooting the odd zombie here and there. "I fucking told you so!" Riley roars happily coming to a stop beside a pump and turning his bike off as he wanders into his gas station. Tank follows inside. "Doesn't the noise worry you? It could attract zombies." Tank says watching Riley grab a pack of cigarettes and lighting one. "I'm rather enjoying the target practice." Riley says. Tank nods as if saying right, forgot who I'm talking to. Riley wanders out and starts filling the bikes. "I do have to say it's been fun though." Tank says sitting on his bike next to Riley. "I know I really missed having a bike." Riley says, looking off in the distance. "Are you going to teach everyone how to ride?" Tank asks. "No only you and Rat." Riley says, tossing his finished cigarette. "Why so?" Tank asks. "I don't know or like the others and don't see that changing soon." Riley says switching the fuel hose over to Tank's bike. "They aren't so bad once you get to know them." Tank says laughing at the Riley brand bluntness. "I don't think I ever will. Socializing just isn't in the cards for me." Riley says, popping his neck. "I'm thinking about leaving anyway." Riley says. Tanks stomach drops into his jeans. "What? Why? When?" Tank stammers. Riley stares at the boy for a moment and smiles. "Kidding Tank but you gave a wonderful example, you and Rat are the only ones who would be affected by my absence, everyone else would just go about the daily routine." Riley says. "Lots of people would hate seeing you gone." Tank argues. "The security and loot not me the tattooed jackass that's where the difference that matters is." Riley says, sighing. Tank ponders this and sadly can't refute it. "What are the plans for today after we get back?" Tank asks, changing the subject. "Build on Rats bike and sharpen my knives and machete, maybe take a shower and see what we are missing around Crystal Lake." Riley says, hanging up the hose. "Anyways gotta say by to Niles and we can be off." Riley says walking towards the doors. "He is alive?" Tank asks incredulously. "No he is that pile in the corner of the store." Riley says entering the store to recount the events to his dead therapist. Tank shakes his head. "Sometimes I forget he isn't wired right." Tank sighs to himself. Riley hops back on his bike and the pair make their way back as they pass a street Riley sees a sign pointing to the police station his father worked for. As they make their way to Crystal Lake a plan begins forming within the angry zombie slayer. Once the duo are inside the gate the 13 clan swarms Tank asking him what it was like to ride and if he was scared. Tank laughs. "It is amazing and freeing. I wish all of you assholes deserved Riley so I could let him do this for you." Tank says, still laughing. The looks of shock spread almost as fast as the confusion. "Get to work there are things that need done and it wont ever be finished if you keep fucking off leaving it to us."Tank says in a serious tone. Riley shakes his head and goes into the garage where he finds Rat studying the bike. "Now where were we little brother?" Riley asks Rat snorts. "I have no fucking idea dude." Rat admits. Riley shakes the engine within the frame to be sure it won't fall and carefully lays the new parts out that they had gathered. "Wanna pull an all-nighter?" Riley asks. Rat smiles. "I don't sleep." Rat says in his best Riley voice. "Good man." Riley chuckles, lighting the first cigarette of many to come through the night.

Riley enters the market and sees the other insomniacs working. "I'm going to go out for a bit. Jason. Need to grab more bullets." Riley tells the young boy. Jason waves his hand around. "Want me to come with you?" Tank asks as he sharpens his ax. "No I got it, I'm going to the police station to get guns and ammo." Riley says patting Tank's shoulder curious why he looked like he was preparing for a large fight. Tank had found a gun store and wanted to loot it before Riley found out about it in a mad bid to impress the zombie slayer. "Be safe." Tank says. Jason turns staring at Riley, understanding the true severity of this task. Jason being the clever boy he is, knows very well that the police and fire stations had converted into refugee camps and fall back areas as the zombies outnumbered the humans. In short there would most certainly be a horde unlike any they had faced before. Jason also knew Riley enough to know the boy was going for his fathers gun in evidence and that particular police station was only 2 minutes from the major city of Jericho's Gate. "Are you sure?" Jason asks, watching Riley closely. "Am I ever unsure?" Riley asks, piling 357, and 9mm bullets into his backpack. "Take the truck with you to carry more." Jason says deciding not to fight Riley. "Will do." Riley says, shouldering his bag. "Oh how did the bike go?" Tank asks, catching Riley at the door. "We blew the engine and cracked the block." Riley grimaces. Riley watches others as they move about the base. Riley had lied. He was in no way a fool either; he was aware of Jason's manipulations and also aware of the dangers ahead of him. But he wouldn't have gotten this far if he allowed fear and odds to dictate his actions and now was the time to get something that belonged to his past. Climbing into the truck Riley drives away from the calm of Crystal Lake and his horror fanatic master. Concerned and loyal goliath brother. Self proving clone. Silent and vigilant mute. Chemist supreme bomb builder, and all that he had built to face a hell he may have no chance to fight.