Friday, December 23, 2011

Seed 7 - Rob Ziegler

""I got one question for you, old man. I think you know what it is."

Hondo didn't hesitate. "Water tank." Richard's eyes moved languidly to the tank, then to the small freckled boy with the AK.

"Bunny, you ever want to touch that rifle again, you get your ass up there and see if my seed's in that tank." Richard moved close to Brood. Slipped his good arm around the small of Brood's back, found the bone hilt of the hooked blade. Pulled it free and held it up, smiling as he inspected it. "Looks familiar."

Bunny slung the AK over his back and climbed nimbly atop the wagon. He unscrewed the tank's lid and stood on tiptoe to peer inside. His eyes widened; his mouth formed a black circle.


"Watch your mouth, Bunny," his brother scowled.

"That mean it's there, Bunny?" Richard inquired mildly.

"Fucking hell," Bunny affirmed.

"Bunny!" his brother growled."

3.5 out of 5