Flesh and Bone (Benny Imura 3)
“It’s stuck in a zom.”
“Stuck in a—?”
Benny pointed at the soldier zom far back in the crowd.
“God. We’ll never get it!” she gasped.
“We have to,” Benny snapped.
The wall of zoms pressed forward even as Lilah cut away at it.
“We can’t,” growled Lilah. “There are too many.”
Nix cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled upward. “Chong!”
Instead of an answer, a coil of rope fell from above and landed heavily on Benny’s head, nearly knocking him to his knees.
“Heads up!” came the yell a half second later.
9
BENNY PULLED THE ROPE OFF HIS HEAD AND LOOKED UP TO SEE CHONG’S head and shoulders leaning over the edge of the ravine, his long black hair hanging straight down.
“Hey, Benny,” he yelled. “Lilah said you were out here practicing your brooding, and—”
“Chong!” Benny barked. “Shut up and tie that rope to a tree.”
The smile vanished from Chong’s face. “Already done. But c’mon, man, hurry up down there. It’s getting weird up here. There have to be fifty zoms on the other side of the ravine.”
“Yeah, well, there are one or two down here, too,” Benny grumbled.
“Then why’d you go down there?” asked Chong.
Benny ignored the comment and turned toward Lilah. The bayonet blade at the end of her spear was smeared with black goo. “Let me have your spear and I’ll hold them off while you and Nix—”
Lilah’s snort of derision was eloquent. “Go away,” she said in her ghostly whisper of a voice.
“Nix,” Benny said, turning to her, “give me your bokken. I’ll guard your back while you take the kid up.”
“Oh, please. She’s too little to climb, and I’m not big enough to carry her while I climb. You take her up, Benny. Lilah and I will guard your back.”
“No freaking way. This is my job.”
“Your job?” Nix rolled her eyes. “If you’d stop trying to be the samurai hero for a moment, you’d realize that we’re trying to save your life!”
“No, I have to get my sword and save—”
Nix got right up in his face. “I’m not asking you, Benjamin Imura.”
Benny very nearly snapped to attention. Nix never called him Benjamin except when she was very mad at him, and she never used his first and last name unless she was going to kick his butt about something.
He flicked a look at the wave of zombies and back at Nix, who stood five feet tall in shoes and had to lean back to look up at him. Even the little girl seemed to glower at Benny, and she had no reason to, since he’d just saved her life. Maybe it was a girl thing. He was dimly aware that there was some important message about female power to be learned here, but now wasn’t the time to philosophize. Even Nix’s freckles seemed to glow with anger, and her scar turned from pale white to livid red.
He wanted to yell at her, to push her out of the way, to take her bokken and return to the fight—but instead he swallowed his frustration and backed off.
Benny pulled on the rope, which was indeed securely tied. The best and safest way to do this would be to rig a sling around the kid and haul her up; and though they were all good with knots, there simply wasn’t time. However, Benny could see that the collapsed end of the ravine was not sheer. Much of the debris had tumbled down to form a slope, but that slope was far too steep to walk up. With the rope, though, he might be able to do it. He cut a look at the little girl.
That’s your job, spoke that inner voice. Stop trying to be a hero, and get her out of here.