Nodding, he pulled his gun back out, aimed and fired. Out of respect for both Hanes and possibly Tony, he shot the man in the shoulder instead of the head. Just as Foxx had said it would, the zombie went down.
“Wow…what even is the point of these things with them being so fucking weak?”
“Maybe…intimidation?” Foxx said with a head tilt. “It could have worked, maybe? Most hunters don’t even know about them.”
Harlow snorted, eyeing the ten remaining zombies… They were struggling even more than before with all the ‘pieces’ in the way. “Well, might as well finish them off, Foxx. You only have ten left.”
“Right!” Foxx giggled, and once more he became a whirling, twirling tornado.
When the last zombie fell, Foxx slowed back down, swaying where he stood. “Blooooody funnn, but…” He let out a puff of air. “Oh, am I dizzy.” The vampire wobbled as he held the sword out for Harlow to take.
Harlow smirked and walked through the mess over to him. Grabbing his sword, he cleaned it off on his black jeans, sheathing it before once again wiping Foxx’s face shield off with his sleeve. “You’re a mess.”
Foxx looked down at himself, his lips pursing into a pout. “Aww…this was my first time wearing it.”
He just shook his head and waded through the mess towards Hanes’ body. Foxx followed behind him somewhat precariously, seeming to still be a bit dizzy from all the spinning.
Brushing off someone’s detached arm that must have gotten flung on top of him during Foxx’s slice and dice routine, he crouched and examined the human, looking for any injuries. There…wasn’t much. Just the bullet wound from him, and… He grimaced.
“They ripped his heart out,” Foxx mused, now standing beside him.
Sighing, Harlow probed deep into the wounds with his fingers, and besides finding pieces of broken bone, torn tissue and muscle…there was nothing else.
“It’s definitely gone.” He traced the edges of the wound. “If I’m not wrong, they surprised him from behind.”
“It’s a quick and easy way to kill someone—vampire, human, or otherwise—and when someone poses a threat, quicker is best.”
Harlow sighed again, wiping his hand on his pants as he stood up. “Let’s get him back to the car.”
“Harlow, we can’t just carry a dead body around, we’ll be…” Foxx trailed off. Eyes suddenly widening, he gasped. “I forgot something!”
“What and where?”
“No, not some ‘thing’, something, as in information!” Foxx groaned. “They know we are here. The person who made the zombies will feel it when the connection is cut.”
Harlow shrugged. “I mean, they will know we are here the minute we show up at one of the places where there are living people and kill them all. Though, I wouldn’t be surprised if there are cameras around here too. Either way, as easy as they are to take down, it’s not like we could have just left them here to hobble around until we took care of the rest. Too much risk.”
“True…” the vampire said, before eyeing Hanes’ body again. “You can’t just carry a dead body around in broad daylight. Someone will have to run and get the car.”
Harlow’s shoulders stiffened, and he barely stopped himself from snapping ‘no’.
Moving past the ridiculousness of Foxx worrying about carrying around a dead body when the vampire was literally coated in blood, separating was not an option. Nor would he let it happen in any capacity.
“No, either we carry him out together, or we both go get the car. We are not separating.”
Foxx frowned. “Why?”
“Because the last time one of us ran to get the car, you ended up kidnapped. We aren’t separating,” Harlow said firmly.
“How is that situation in any way similar to this one?!” Foxx cried.
“There are too many unknowns. We are not splitting up.”
“You are being ridiculous.”
“The answer is still no.”
“Fine! Let’s go get the damn car!” Foxx snapped, stomping away.
