Chapter 34 - 30: Some Things Cant be fixed (1/2)

Joseph had dragged President Grump to the edge of the White House roof overlooking the carnage below where the defense line once stood. He looked at the once arrogant man lying on the ground clutching his leg where the now severed tendon is.

Joseph stares at Grump then back at the horizon that looks majestic with its multiple hues of orange and slight tinge of red near the surface, which was nicely decorated with the smoke of several buildings in the foreground. Joseph didn't really care for the scenery, but he at least believed that everyone should die after seeing something as beautiful as a city burning.

”So am I gonna have to really ask and make your death more drawn out than it has to be, or are you gonna make it easy on yourself and tell me what I want to know about why you took everything from me,” Joseph said with his usual southern accent that made people swear they were talking to Sam Elliot himself.

Looking over the ledge at those on the ground being devoured, President Grump looked back at Joseph while trying his best to ignore his leg's pain and said, ”F.u.c.k... you!”

Joseph looking at Grump with weary eyes, turns his head back toward the wonderful scenery before them and shrugs his shoulders and says, ”Alrighty then, I tried my luck. I guess when it comes to making deals, I'm not as good as the big guy, but no one can say I didn't try.”

Finishing his last words, Joseph began walking toward Grump as he tried to crawl away with the help of his one good leg. Just as he extended it to make a little distance between him and his pursuer, which was insignificant due to Joseph's walking speed, he felt the cold and stiff grasp of a hand around his ankle. Fearing the man he once betrayed and labeled a terrorist, he knew what was to come was worse than a knife to a tendon. With one last thought of wanting to at least die on his own terms, he attempted to roll off the ledge and fall to his death.

Although it would have been an excellent strategy to escape the more slow and painful death by cannibalism if a regular zombie grabbed him, but the zombie that had grabbed hold of his meaty ham hock he called a leg, more specifically, his ankle was non-other than Joseph. A specially trained assassin and strategist turned general of a secret army under the U.S. and finally a general of the undead horde that now threatens to knock humanity off the throne for the earth's ruler.

Grump rolled off the edge and fell, but not too far as Joseph still had him by the ankle. With the torque from him rolling off the edge, he generated enough speed to continue turning even though he was being held by Joseph and inadvertently twisted his ankle past the breaking point, snapping it.

”AAARRRRRrrrrggg,” Grump screamed out loudly as his ankle snapped in the hands of Joseph.

”Well Well Well, looks like your doing my part for me,” Joseph said while lifting Grump and throwing the large man behind him with one hand.

Grump hitting a bloody AC unit coughs up blood, adding to the scattered bits and pieces of flesh near the unit. His back and nerves soared with pain as his shattered spine communicates its horrid status. Looking at the man he betrayed toss him like a rag doll he knew that there wasn't much he could do now but bargain until reinforcements arrived, but he didn't know how long he could last with his only option.

”Look! Look! I think I ca...” Grump was about to say when Joseph stomped on his good knee, crushing his left knee cap.