Bookshelf Battle

Doc’s body was riddled with bullet holes yet it didn’t seem to faze him in the slightest.

“You look like hell,” Gunther said.

“Perhaps but I feel better than ever I assure you,” Doc replied.

Annabelle counted the holes. One in Doc’s shoulder. Five more in his chest and stomach. Six all together.

“Those don’t hurt at all?” she asked.

“They sting a bit,” Doc replied. “More of a cosmetic problem than anything else. I dare say I won’t be going shirtless on the beach when we get to France my dear.”

Gunther peeked out the window. “Shit. Dog monsters coming around back.”

“Werewolves,” Miles said. He began wondering if he should just give up and stop correcting everyone.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Doc said. “I am presently conceiving a bold plan. The odds of it working are a hundred to one but it is the only option that presents itself in my mind. Time is of the essence and I need everyone to do as I say without question and follow my lead to the letter..”

“I’m not taking orders from a damn zombie,” Miss Bonnie said.

At the back of the livery, there was a set of two double doors. Gentry’s fist pounded on them.

“What do you think?” Slade asked Gunther.

Gunther stared at Doc’s blank eyes. They revealed no emotion. “I don’t why but I trust him.”

“I can’t believe this,” Miss Bonnie said to Slade. “You trust this jackass?”

“No,” Slade replied. “But I trust Gunther’s gut. It hasn’t steered us wrong yet.”