“Move away from the van. Come toward me, slowly…okay, stop there.”
Jeff and Megan were about ten feet in front of the grill of the minivan and about twice the distance from their yuppie captor, who had backpedaled as they came forward.
“Look, Mister…?” Megan said in a timid voice. She could see that the man in front of them was nervous, his eyes darting back and forth between her and Jeff. She inched forward slightly, hoping against hope that she could talk their way out of this mess.
The rifle swung in her direction. She froze and felt her legs go numb.
“Bitch, shut the FUCK up and stay right where you are!”
The man’s grip on the rifle tightened, and despite the residue of nervousness about him, he was able to keep it pointed directly at her heart.
“Hey, man! Take it easy! We don’t have any weapons,” Jeff shouted, hoping to turn the attention back to him and away from Megan.
He got his wish and found himself staring down the barrel of the rifle once again.
“I told you to both to SHUT UP! I meant it. I don’t want to have to kill you!”
Jeff could hear panic in the words. The urban “warrior” holding the expensive rifle on them was sweating profusely and blinking like crazy. As the man’s eyes danced back and forth between his two prisoners, Jeff began to worry about the aggressor’s mental stability.
After a few moments, their captor calmed down enough to look past them toward the van. Inching to his right to see around Jeff and Megan, he scanned the vehicle with an appraising eye.
The Odyssey had definitely seen better days. It looked like it was getting ready for the demolition derby. The windshield was still in one piece, but there were several growing spider web cracks in it. Deep gouges ran along the sides, the front was dented to hell, and the grill had snapped in several places. The outer casing of one of the headlights had shattered, and there were splatters of blackened goop in most of the available nooks and crannies. An attempt to clear away the spray of blood and chunks of flesh on the windshield had done little more than create a smeared haze. It was a mess.
“Anyone else in there?” the man holding them prisoner asked Jeff. When he didn’t get an immediate response, he continued. “You better tell me right now if you know what’s good for you…all of you. ANYONE IN THERE?” His eyes didn’t leave Jeff as he threw the question toward the van. “COME ON OUT NOW AND EVERYTHING’LL BE OKAY.”
The scavenger suddenly smiled, trying to show that he could be good natured if need be.
“Bobby?” He leaned his head back as he spoke, throwing his words behind him.
“Yeah, Dad?”
The voice came from the house. Jeff looked toward the structure and saw that the front door was wide open. A young man stood there with another rifle pointed at him. At first glance, it looked like he was a teenager, and there was no doubt he was the man’s son. Get rid of the older man’s round gut and thinning hair, and they were spitting images of one another. Bobby held his rifle in a relaxed stance as he squinted down the sight. His did not have a scope, but Jeff could see he had a bead on him. The boy did not move away from the doorframe even after his father called to him, preferring to remain close to cover.
Jeff gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath. Things were getting worse by the minute.
“You got them covered?”
“No prob, Dad.”
“Good boy.”
The father’s smile grew larger. His nervousness had diminished greatly. He nodded toward his son but stared at Jeff as his voice dropped to a near whisper. “My boy’s a good shot…a hell of a lot better than me. He used to hunt with his uncle all the time.” The father moved closer and looked at Jeff conspiratorially. “Now I might be a little nervous about shooting you, but Bobby there…well, if I tell him to shoot, he’ll do it, no questions asked.”
More teeth were displayed as the crooked grin got even wider. “Now, you do believe me, don’t you?”
Jeff stared at the father and then past him to the son, whose rifle was still pointed at his head. He nodded.
“Good. Then we understand one another.”
The man took a step back, and his chest swelled. He took another look at the van.
“Now I’m going to ask just one more time. Is there anyone else in there?”
Jeff took a deep breath and held it for a moment before letting it out slowly. He smiled, matching his opponent’s grin tooth for tooth. His confidence elevated slightly when he saw the brave facade on the other man’s face start to crack. Making his decision in that split second, he shook his head in denial.
“You better not be fucking with me. You do realize that, don’t you?”
Jeff continued to grin.
After another few seconds of staring at Jeff, Bobby’s father looked at the van again. He squinted at it, a curious look on his face.
“So what’ve you got in there? Food? Water?”
“Uh huh. Medicine too. All kinds of stuff.”
Jeff’s head swiveled over to Megan, and his grin faltered.
“We could share it with you.”
Now both men were looking at her, their eyes growing wide with surprise.
“Please, we could help each other out!” Megan sounded desperate and excited as Jeff silently fumed beside her. “If we give you some of our food and medicine, you could let us stay here tonight.” Suddenly, she was on a roll and seemed to forget all about the gun pointed at her. “I think we should stick together instead of fighting one another. We won’t cause you any trouble, I swear to God! We just want a place to rest and then we’ll move on. It’ll be like we were never here at all…except you’ll have a lot more food for you, your son, and whoever else is with you.”
Jeff watched their captor’s expression, and his hopes rose when he appeared to actually consider Megan’s offer. At least that seemed to be the case until she spoke her last few words. Then, it was as if a switch had been flipped, and his face contorted in rage.
“Lady, my son and I are alone, and we intend to keep it that way. We don’t need anyone else screwing things up for us. We survived this long without any outsiders, and we sure as hell don’t need you hanging around causing us even more grief than we’ve already had.” He shook his head in contempt. “Shit, you probably drew enough attention with your goddamn van to wake up every one of those fucking bastards in a three-mile radius.”
“No! No! Listen, we-”
The man raised his voice, ignoring Megan’s protests. “So my son and I are going to let you deal with whatever shit you stirred up. That minivan of yours is our ticket out of here.”
“No! You can’t take the van!”
“Shut up, Megan!” Jeff jumped in before she could provoke the man toting the rifle any further. Jeff shook his head and glared at her, a rabid expression on his face. Megan’s mouth slammed shut and she took a step back.
“Look…can you please tell us your name at least?” Jeff turned back to the man, the words flying out of his mouth as he tried desperately to regain control of the situation.
“You don’t need to know what my name is, pal. Once my son and I leave, it’ll be the last you’ll ever see of us.”
“So it shouldn’t matter, right? Look, I know your son’s name, and let’s face it; we’re not going to have an APB put out on you, are we? I just want to know who I’m dealing with.” Jeff had regained his composure enough to try another smile, this one a bit meeker than before.
The man holding them at gunpoint stared hard at Jeff and started to say something but stopped himself. He rolled his eyes and lowered the gun slightly as he made a noise that sounded like a frustrated laugh. Jeff tried to inject even more warmth into his smile.
“Dad? What’re you doing?”
Jeff could tell from Bobby’s voice that he was getting nervous, just like his father.