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Bloody Bones :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 234 из 272The.45 was pointed very solidly at my head. If he pulled the trigger, I was gone.
"Careless of you not to have the zombies attack both of us."
I agreed with him, but all I could do was stare up at him. I still had the machete in one hand. I tried not to tighten my grip on it. Not to draw attention to it.
I must have made some betraying motion because he said, "Take your hand away from the knife, Ms. Blake, slowly."
I didn't do it. I stared up at him and his gun.
"Now, Ms. Blake, or. ." He thumbed back the hammer on the gun. Not necessary but always dramatic.
I let go of the machete.
"Hand away from it, Ms. Blake."
I moved my hand away. I didn't move away from him and the gun. I wanted to, but I made myself be still. A few inches wouldn't make the gun less deadly, but it might make a big difference if I tried to jump him. Not my first choice, but if we ran out of other options. . I wouldn't go down without a fight.
"Can you lay these zombies to rest, Mr. Kirkland?"
Larry hesitated. "I don't know."
Good boy. If he'd said no, Stirling might have killed him. If he'd said yes, he'd have killed me.
Larry let go of my arm and moved just a little away from me. Stirling's eyes flicked to him, back to me, but the gun barrel never wavered. Damn.
Larry was on his knees, still moving away from me, forcing Stirling to keep an eye on both of us. The.45 moved an inch from the center of my forehead, towards Larry. I took a breath and held it. Not yet, not yet. . If I tried something too soon, I'd be dead.
Larry lunged for something on the ground. The.45 swung towards him.
I did two things at once. I slipped my left hand behind Stirling's leg and pulled, and I grabbed his groin with my right and shoved with all I was worth. I was doing the wrong thing to cause a lot of pain, but it tipped him over. He fell flat on his back with the gun swinging back towards me.
I'd hoped he'd drop the gun, or be slower. He didn't, and he wasn't. So I only had a split-second to decide whether to try to pull his privates out of his body, and cause as much pain as possible, or go for the gun. I went for the gun, not trying to grab it, but sweeping my hands into his arms. If I could control his arms, I could control the gun.
The gun went off. I didn't look. No time. Larry was either hit, or he wasn't. If he wasn't, I had to get that gun. Stirling's arms were on the ground, my hands keeping them there, but I had no leverage. He raised his arms off the ground, and I couldn't stop him.
"Careless of you not to have the zombies attack both of us."
I agreed with him, but all I could do was stare up at him. I still had the machete in one hand. I tried not to tighten my grip on it. Not to draw attention to it.
I must have made some betraying motion because he said, "Take your hand away from the knife, Ms. Blake, slowly."
I didn't do it. I stared up at him and his gun.
"Now, Ms. Blake, or. ." He thumbed back the hammer on the gun. Not necessary but always dramatic.
I let go of the machete.
"Hand away from it, Ms. Blake."
I moved my hand away. I didn't move away from him and the gun. I wanted to, but I made myself be still. A few inches wouldn't make the gun less deadly, but it might make a big difference if I tried to jump him. Not my first choice, but if we ran out of other options. . I wouldn't go down without a fight.
"Can you lay these zombies to rest, Mr. Kirkland?"
Larry hesitated. "I don't know."
Good boy. If he'd said no, Stirling might have killed him. If he'd said yes, he'd have killed me.
Larry let go of my arm and moved just a little away from me. Stirling's eyes flicked to him, back to me, but the gun barrel never wavered. Damn.
Larry was on his knees, still moving away from me, forcing Stirling to keep an eye on both of us. The.45 moved an inch from the center of my forehead, towards Larry. I took a breath and held it. Not yet, not yet. . If I tried something too soon, I'd be dead.
Larry lunged for something on the ground. The.45 swung towards him.
I did two things at once. I slipped my left hand behind Stirling's leg and pulled, and I grabbed his groin with my right and shoved with all I was worth. I was doing the wrong thing to cause a lot of pain, but it tipped him over. He fell flat on his back with the gun swinging back towards me.
I'd hoped he'd drop the gun, or be slower. He didn't, and he wasn't. So I only had a split-second to decide whether to try to pull his privates out of his body, and cause as much pain as possible, or go for the gun. I went for the gun, not trying to grab it, but sweeping my hands into his arms. If I could control his arms, I could control the gun.
The gun went off. I didn't look. No time. Larry was either hit, or he wasn't. If he wasn't, I had to get that gun. Stirling's arms were on the ground, my hands keeping them there, but I had no leverage. He raised his arms off the ground, and I couldn't stop him.