Hunter Punting

Revenge was sweet.

Carl stood on the roof of Mercy Hospital with his hand extend over the side. In said hand was a tongue. Attached to said tongue was a certain Smoker. Said Smoker was glaring up at Carl while the hunter grinned with triumph.

“This is proof that assholes never win.”

An odd muffled sound bubbled up out of Mark’s throat and Carl went ahead and assumed that it was some kind of smart ass comment. “You should be nicer to me. Right now I am your God. I decide if you live or die.”

“Psuck Choo.”

Carl’s lips pulled back into a gruesome smile showing his blood stained fangs. He loosened his grip on the Smoker’s tongue and watched as he fell a few good feet before catching it again. The scream that had come from Mark was similar to that of a Witch only not scary. More like funny as hell. “Can you say that again? I didn’t hear you the first time.”

Mark’s hand was clenched over his heart as he tried to regain his jerky composure. He scowled at Carl as if daring him to do that again. So he did. It was a lot funnier the second time. “I could do this all day but you only have a little tongue left. I’d be careful if I was you.”

The sight of Mark swinging through the air like some abandoned puppet filled Carl with so much joy, he almost felt alive again.

Carl’s ears twitched as the sound of an approaching horde reached them. It wasn’t a large horde but any kind of horde was annoying. “Horde’s coming. Do you really want to be dangling above a crowd of mindless eating machines?”

Mark’s non tumor covered eye widened in horror. Satisfied, Carl started to pull him back up by his tongue. Mark had managed to get one hand up on the ledge when the roof started to shake. Terrance was charging towards yelling something about not hurting his friend. Carl tried to tell that he was helping mark back up when Terrance punched him in the stomach and sent him flying. He could hear Mark’s laughter and tightened his grip on the Smoker’s tongue. “I’m taking you with me you bastard.”