Zombies VS Bikers

John, the large black man, an old man with a bandaged stump instead of an arm named Lyle, three women; Mary, Rebecca, and a teenager named Michelle. John had a sister there named Hallie and there was a family sitting in the corner who Scott introduced simply as the Craig’s.
Big Mack introduced all of the Dead Jesters and then Scott offered to take them on the tour. It was a joke of course, as you could take the tour by standing in the middle of the room and spinning in a slow circle. Along one wall was a row of soft drink and snack machines. Along another were three refrigerators, still running by the looks of it. Nothing was against the wall that had the large window running along it, looking into the smaller break room, and the last one had a flat screen TV hanging from it, turned on but showing nothing but static. A few long tables sat in the middle of the room, with more pushed to the side, under the window. Uncomfortable looking chairs sat here and there, and there were blankets and pillows piled here and there.
In the smaller break room were the supplies, mostly food but also what looked like a small armory, certainly guns and ammunition taken from the sporting goods department. Big Mack quirked a brow to Bard when no one else was looking, and Bard nodded softly. They would certainly be able to take what they needed from here.
Scott and his group turned out to be very sharing, allowing the Jesters to each take a can of food, which they ate cold straight from the can with plastic forks. Scott sat with Big Mack and Bard, where they exchanged secrets. Scott had indeed worked in the store before the green light, and during the confusing first week as more and more reports of zombie attacks rolled in the store remained open. When the severity of the undead problem became clear, Scott decided to stay at his work, thinking that there were enough supplies to last him a long time. He was the only employee to do so, and took in the rest of his crew over the last half year.
As Big Mack started to fill Scott in on the outside world Bard excused himself, interrupting to find out if they had a toilet. Scott pointed into the hall as he spoke. “First door on the right.”
Bard followed the directions and was pulling the bathroom door open just as the one armed old man Lyle was coming out. Lyle nodded to Bard, who grabbed the man by his good arm before he cold pass him by.
“What happened here?” Bard asked, nodding his head towards the old man’s stump.
“I got bit by one of the damned zombies. My son cut it off a month before I made it here. I think the damn thing is infected.”
Bard laughed in the old man’s face, causing Lyle to knit his brows and jab his remaining index finger into the biker’s chest. “What’s so funny?”
“You cut your fucking arm off?”
“Yes, I did. I don’t want to become one of them things.”
“One of them things? Why would being bit turn you into one of them things?”
Lyle huffed, his face going red. “It happens like that in all of the movies.”
“This ain’t a movie!” Bard said in between another fit of laughter. “It’s real life! Cutting your own fucking arm off will kill you faster than a zombie will.”
“Now you hold on. Everyone knows that’s how it works.”
“Oh really?” Bard asked, pulling down the collar of his black Led Zeppelin tee shirt, exposing his shoulder. Lyle gasped when he saw the half circle scarred there, deep brown and shiny compared to the rest of Bard’s pale skin. It was an unmistakable bite.
“That was from a zombie?”
“Shit yeah,” Bard confirmed. “Their bites don’t do shit but hurt ya. I guess they could give you some sort of disease, but the only thing that turn you is dying. It don’t matter how you die either. Heart attack, eaten, fucking cancer. Sorry sport, you cut your arm off for nothing.” Bard laughed one more time and slapped Lyle on his good shoulder, as if Lyle had just discovered he had made a silly bet and lost easy money, but the look on Lyle’s face as he made his way back to the break room was one of pure devastation.
Later that night in the dim emergency lights Bard played his guitar for everyone, singing a few rock songs from the 70’s in an acoustic style. As he played Scott sat next to Big Mack and whispered to him.
“How long you guys staying? You in for the long haul?”
“No, I don’t think so,” Big Mack answered. “I think we’ll be leaving tonight. We really need supplies more than we need a place to stay. We like to keep moving.”
“I understand that.” Scott said nodding. “You have things to trade? I didn’t see much more than those bikes. A lot of guns, but we got plenty of that.”
“Yeah well we got the bikes. A couple of those might be enough to get us a few things, wouldn’t they?” Big Mack said.
Scott laughed softly. “Yeah Big Mack, I guess they would.” Scott moved off and Bard joined Big Mack and Toga when he was done playing.
“We staying here long?” Bard asked.
“Nah, let’s stay the night and hit the road,” Big Mack said.
“We trading?” Toga asked.
“You going to give them your bike?” Big Mack retorted.
“Hell no,” Toga said.
“Then there’s your answer. Listen I’m tired, and it’s been a few weeks since we slept with something more than the clouds between us and the stars, lets enjoy it and get to the un-pleasantries as they come tomorrow morning.” Toga smiled and moved off to find a spot to curl up with the pillow and blanket Scott had given him and Bard leaned close to Big Mack to fill him in on Lyle allowing his own arm to be