Silas' P.O.V.

Being the king of the Toronto Drifters was a high honour. Of course it was an honour I had fought tooth and nail for and there was many that would try and take it from me. But I wasn't going to let them. And okay, so I wasn't exactly the King, I was really just a regional leader, our real King was in L.A. but he very rarely came this far.

Part of the perks of my station was the girls. Women constantly threw themselves at me now, not that they weren't before. I was pretty good catch to anyone in the middle of this zombie apocalypse. I was tall, completely ripped if I could say so myself, and normal blonde hair, except you know for that fact that half my head was shaved and the rest was styled into a mow hawk. I'd say my eyes were blue, most women called them icy blue. I couldn't have cared either way, I almost always wore sunglasses.

And of course, the downsides were that I always had to deal with the issues. Which got annoying, especially when it was stupid affairs. But I felt like I handled them fairly—usually just by shooting the problem—and I got to wear that red bandana, the symbol of my authority, on my arm proudly. 

Until our supplies started going missing.

This was a problem because we had no idea how they were vanishing and I had no idea what to do about. I mean, yes we were getting robbed, but there wasn't an ambush. Someone wasn't breaking our locks. Literally this person was getting into our supply cars and our supply rooms as if they had their own key.

Kind of embarrassing for me right?

I had a feeling I knew who was doing it. A couple nights before the thefts started a couple men caught sight of Evelyn in our area. Now, normally, I wouldn't be threatened by that blonde bitch. I mean yeah, zombies were scared of her and that was pretty badass, but I could snap her in half no problem.

We had been heading back to our compound in Pearson, going through what used to be the downtown core. It had been a quiet day filled with looting and trading. Still I was happy to be returning back to our bar so I could sit with a beer, joke with the boys and finally get the new girl to bed.

Our new girl Mina wasn't all that new. We had taken out her little band of travellers two months ago. We had stolen their car and supplies and while I killed the other I kept her. Why? She was a medic and those guys were useful these days, not many doctors or first-aiders left in our world. Recently she had stopped trying to escape, stopped trying to kill me or anyone else in my camp and had just stopped being awful in general. I took that as a sign that I could try and sleep with her without worrying that she'd cut something off while I slept.

I was thinking about what position I'd put her in first when the radio interrupted my thoughts.

"Boss... uh... one of the supply truck doors is open."

I frowned. I had double checked the doors myself, there was no way one was magically left open. I picked up the mic and said: "Everyone else circle the truck, pull to a stop and get ready to shoot."

Our caravan came to a halt and the truck in question pulled up next to mine as the other trucks circled around us. I approached the back of the truck, gun ready, expecting Evelyn.

She should have tried to get away by now, maybe I had forgotten to lock one. Still I opened the door and was half way through climbing up the steps when a pair of black combat boots collided with my face. As I fell I caught a flash of neon pink and curly blonde hair and then the bullets started.

I kept shouting: "Cease fire" but it took five minutes for the men to stop shooting. When I did, one of my least favourite soldiers—Jack—came to help me up.

Now, Jack was a competent man, always obeyed, never gave me a lick of trouble. My issue with Jack was that he was out for my position and I knew first hand that people wouldn't stop at nothing to move up.

"She's under the trucks," Jack told me.

His voice was smooth and deep. He had a voice ladies called sensual. He was dark compared to me, bronzed skin, oily dark brown hair, smoldering dark brown eyes and a penchant for lots of black and splashes of red. He wasn't just after my title, the bugger went after every girl I wanted. Even Mina had warmed up to Jack before me.

I barked a quick: "Thank you," and then circled my truck. I couldn't see her anywhere though. Jack cleared his throat and pointed the truck parked beside mine and I merely glared at him.

I hadn't even fully turned around to assess the under of the truck when Evelyn kicked the legs out from under me. I hit the ground hard, the pain vibrating in my shoulder and side but anger forced me to move. She was scampering away from me, going towards the driver's side of the truck so I took my shot.

It wasn't a good one either, but it nicked her ankle and took her down. I forced myself up, and forced myself not to show any pain as I walked towards her. I picked her up by her soft blonde hair and threw her against the side of the truck.

I ripped the backpack off of her and tossed it to Jack who caught it effortlessly. I turned back to Evelyn and shoved her again, knocking her into the truck. I wanted her to be in as much pain as me.

"Who do you think you are huh?" I asked her. I had a hold of her neck and I pressed my body fully against hers. I could feel every inch her against me, she smelt... clean, god I hated that she smelt clean.

"I'm Evelyn," she replied in a soft tone. My lip curled in disgust. I hated everything about Evelyn, the way she never sounded scared, or actually she rarely showed any emotion. She was always calm when I had met her, and every time I had met her she should have ended up dead and always survived.

What I hated most was looking into her cerulean blue eyes. I hated they way they stared at me these two orbs filled with—I don't even know what—they weren't empty or sparkling with any sort of emotion or passion. I could see her mind in them, and I could see it working fast. I could see variables running past her. She had eyes that saw everything and knew everything and I didn't want to know what she saw when she looked at me.

"I know who you are..."

"Then why did you ask?" she interrupted.

I shoved her again to shut her up. I didn't grab her neck again but instead began to paw at her body. I was feeling for any concealed weapons or for keys that she must have stolen from us but I used that as an excuse to feel at things I shouldn't have.

She had no weapons on her, but she had a supple rack and a set of keys inside her jacket.

"Oh would you look at that. Trucks keys," I growled. "Of must be some kind of stupid."

Evelyn merely blinked her blue eyes. "Steve won't like this."

"Yeah, yeah," I growled. I shoved her at my driver. "Tie her up, put her in the back of our truck and everyone else... move out!"

Everyone scrambled to obey except Jack who stayed behind to hand me Evelyn's backpack.

"There's no weapon inside," he said. "There's a bunch of water, a screwdriver, packs of chips and medications but no weapons."

"So?"

"Well did you find a weapon on her?" Jack asked.

"No... and who cares?" I cried.

"Because! Who goes around these days without a weapons?"

"So she's an idiot. Just makes our job easier!" I cried.

Jack sighed and shook his head. "Just be careful will you?"

I scowled at him but said nothing. I walked away thinking why would I have to be careful. What could Evelyn do locked in the back of the truck?

[--]

Annoying.

That's right. I asked what Evelyn could do to me while locked in the back of my truck. Well that's the answer. She had answered that question five minutes into our trip back.

It started first by her screaming for her friend Steve. When he failed to show up she resorted to singing the annoying pop songs of the past. And oh my god did she know a lot of old annoying pop songs. I barely recognized them, my mind having blocked out those painful memories, and I had a good mind to introduce her to some good rock songs before I handed her over to Sierra, who owned the Carnal Circus.

You know, after I was done having fun with her.

You're probably wondering a few things now. Like who was Sierra and what was the Carnal Circus.

Easy.

The Carnal Circus was a sex ring. For the right item you could have your choice of male, female, even zombie. There was a live dancing act, and unspeakable things done to victims by zombies specially altered to cause the most amount of pain with their... well... you get my drift. It wasn't my kind of place but there were still sickos in the world with needs that needed to be satisfied.

Now the reason I was thinking of handing Evelyn over to Sierra was because Evelyn and Sierra had beef. Like big beef, like Sierra had told everyone that if they could hand over Evelyn, alive, they'd get mondo-bucks for her, maybe even a few favours. No one was really sure where this beef came from as neither of the women involved gave a straight answer about it. And I was totally down for money, once I made Evelyn fully regret making a fool of me. Who knows if she was any good I might even keep her for entertainment, but seeing how annoying she was I was probably gonna choose the money.

Now, my truck was at the back of the caravan for two reasons.

     1. Evelyn had taken forever to get into the back of the truck. You wouldn't think something that small could protest that much or avoid something so efficiently but Evelyn was a queen at making people's lives hell.

     2. She must have done something to the truck when she was under it, because it was sluggish and jerking and sputtering out smoke. It would hopefully take us back to the base camp but I doubted if this baby lasted past that.

I wasn't happy about it, I would have rather been in the middle where it was safer but there was nothing I could really do about it now.

Evelyn's new annoying song was one I barely remembered, it involved her singing the word roar three times or more in the chorus. It was a song about women's empowerment and I found it ironic she would sing it while being captured and unable to escape. Maybe she was trying to remind herself that she was a champion and she would preserver. Yeah... like I was going to let that happen.

Luckily I could tell that the song was almost over. We were on the last chorus... hopefully and I had already heard the first two roars and she was gearing up for the finale, one really long roar. But the roar we heard wasn't her off key singing.

This roar was a real one, like something out of the savannah. It covered her singing, it masked the vibration of the pounding feet coming towards us, and to be honest it had chilled me to the very core, I might have pissed myself a little.

There was no time to swerve, or speed-up or call for help for not seconds after that roar echoed through the quiet air of that highway on ramp our truck was t-boned by something so much larger than us. My caravan sped away from us, as we tumbled off the ramp and to the street below in the jaws of the Beast.

Now, to be fair to my men, the protocol when coming up against the Beast was to flee. But I was their leader, they should have at least shot off a few rounds before running away. I now understood why Jack had told me to be careful. I should have known what Evelyn was doing once her friend didn't show up. All zombies were attracted to noises and light, even the Beast. Evelyn probably knew that the Beast was out hunting and figured if she made enough noise he'd come.

Luckily for us though, because it was Evelyn making the noise, the Beast was too preoccupied with mauling the cargo hold of the truck to notice my driver and I kick the windshield out and climb out. We ran off not bothering to take a good look at the green monstrosity. I felt a little better knowing that even if this was Evelyn's plan all along, she wouldn't survive the Beast.