The Horror Squad: An Apocalyptic Tale by TJ Weeks Read Free Book Online

staring at the opening of the library. He finally got up and made his way over to us.
    “You were both military? So why are you so against it?” He asked.
    “We’re not against it. I’ve just served my time and don’t care to go back to it. We’re in the real world now, so I’m not about titles and not to be a dick, but your achievements don’t mean shit anymore.” I answered.
    “What do you mean?” He asked with a look of someone slapping his momma plastered across his face.
    “I can see that offended you. However, do you really think that your service to our country, your sacrifices or anything else makes two shits anymore? Look around you, we’re all soldiers of a whole new war. There is no more civilians and military. You’re either a soldier willing to put your life on the line or you’re a casualty of war. No awards that you’ve gotten in the past means shit.” I answered.
    He kind of just nodded his head as you could tell his wheels were turning as it all sank in.
    “Those guys lying right over there are not soldiers and have never been part of the military, but they saved your ass and don’t care nor are they wanting to accept any award for it. It’s just the way the world is now. Just slap their ass and give them an ‘Atta boy and move on. ” I added while pointing over to the rest of the crew.
    He acknowledged and started pulling the coffee pouches from the leftover MRE packs along with the drink bags and heaters. He made a huge bag of coffee, as the smell started its way around the room, the rest of the group began to stretch and work out their kinks and woke up.
    Everyone got some except Justin, he pulled one of the coffee pouches out, tore it open and grabbed a pinch putting it in his mouth like a dip. “Wheew! Almost as good as morning sex.”
    I shook my head and continued to drink my coffee while everyone else laughed about the gesture.
    “Bingo bango!” Gizmo called out.
    “What the fuck is, bingo bango?” Steven asked.
    Gizmo started laughing. “It’s just something I said one day at work when a project we were working on worked out and it has stuck. Hell, even my son says it now.”
    “It’s a way for them to say their bromance is still going strong.” I stated while laughing at my own gesture.
    “Fuck you!” Gizmo replied.
    I just laughed and shook my head.
     
     
     
     

    GIZMO’S HOUSE
    CONTINUED
     
     
     
     
     
    “ HEY BABE , bring me out something to put these ribs on.” Gizmo called out while standing over the delicious smelling racks of meat.
    “What do you want me to bring?” His wife, Tina called back.
    “I don’t give a shit, just bring something before they start to burn.” He called back.
    He pulled his little pocket knife out of his pants and cut a sliver off for me and Steven to try.
    I took the small bite. “That’s pretty good.”
    “Well hell yeah they’re good, I cooked them.” Gizmo stated.
    “Bitch, you think all your cooking is the best.” Justin replied before I could say a word.
    “That’s because it is.” He responded.
    “Who showed you how to cook most of the stuff you throw on the grill?” Justin questioned.
    “You showed me how to cook quite a bit of it, BUT…I’ve perfected it.” He responded.
    “You’re so full of shit and I guarantee your ribs or brisket isn’t better than TJ’s. His is the best I’ve ever tasted and that’s no shit.” Justin added.
    I started laughing before I took a big swig of my beer.
    “Well, maybe we should have a cook off one weekend.” He suggested.
    “Shit, I’m down.” I stated.
    “I know you can’t beat my chicken.” He suggested.
    I started laughing. “We can do it all.”
    “GIZMO!” Tina called out.
    “What? Where’s my pan or something to put these ribs on?” He questioned.
    “Let one of them take the ribs off. Your mom is on the phone and she sounds like something is wrong. I think it’s something to do with your dad.” She added.
    Gizmo’s eyes widened and