Apocalypsis 01 - Kahayatle

bodies spoke volumes.
    I grabbed the fingers of his hand and bent two of them back until I heard a crunch.   He screamed out in pain and roared at the same time, his other hand coming up to grab my hair.
    I was pissed I hadn’t cut it yet.   If I had, he probably wouldn’t have been able to get me so easily.   And he was pulling on it like it was his lifeline or something - if I didn’t do something quick, I was going to be scalped by having my hair ripped out at the roots.
    I punched him hard in the thigh, bringing on what I hoped was one hell of a charlie horse.   His knee buckled with the pain, but he held on tight to my hair.   I reached up and slammed my arm down on the inside of his elbow which hurt my head like hell, but brought me closer to him.
    I swung my hand in an upper-cut arch, coming from way back to clamp down on his balls hard.   The fist holding my hair went slack, making it possible for me to flip my head up so I could watch his face turn white.
    “Oooof, oh, man … I tried to warn you,” said Bodo, a pained expression on his face.
    The guy bent over in pain and I finished him off with a hammer strike to the back of the head.   He fell on his face to the ground and didn’t move.
    “Oh, my godt!” said Bodo, half laughing, clapping his hands together slowly, “dat was … oh man, dat was unreal!   Dat was not real!   Whoot!”
    Kowi stood up slowly, keeping his hand on his upper thigh, which I knew was his way of trying to manage the pain still radiating up from his groin.
    I put my fists up in a defensive position, ready on the balls of my feet if he decided to get stupid, but he held his hand up in surrender.
    “No.   No more fighting.   You’ve made your point.”
    “I want Peter back.   Here,” I said from behind my fists.
    “Yeah.   I got that.”   He looked over and motioned to the guy who’d finally gotten out of the swampy water and was now dripping just outside the entrance to the hut.  
    “Go tell the Creeks we will agree to their terms.”
    “But!” he argued.
    “Just go!” he yelled, looking down at his friend on the ground.
    I could tell from the look on the wet indian’s face that something huge was being sacrificed here.  
    “Bryn,” said Bodo, and I could almost read his mind.
    “Wait,” I said to the guy who was getting ready to leave to deliver the message, putting my arms down and relaxing.   “before you go run off all half-cocked, why not tell us exactly what’s going on here?   Maybe we can help you resolve this without your sacrifice and without mine.”
    “It’s indian business,” said Kowi.
    “Don’t be like that, Kowi.   I want to help.   We all do.”   I looked over at Bodo and he was nodding his head enthusiastically.  
    Kowi looked like he was weighing his options, so I continued my plea.   “The world is a different place.   It’s never been like this, even when your ancestors were here greeting the friggin settlers.   Back then the settlers just wanted to survive at first, figure out how to grow food and live.   The people who are out there now … want to eat you guys.   I mean seriously … we’re all fighting the same enemy here.”
    “Yeah,” said Bodo, “da zombies.”
    “Let us help you.   We’ve already shown you we have skills and we’re determined.”
    “We made it all da way down here from over two hundredt and fifty miles away.   Through zombieland,” said Bodo.
    “I can’t just bring you into our tribe business without talking to the others.”
    “Just do it, Kowi,” said the wet guy.
    I looked over at him, surprised his ego would allow those words to come out of his mouth.
    He shrugged.   “We need the help.   Obviously.” He walked over and kicked his fallen comrade.   “Get up, asshole.”
    The guy on the floor moaned.   He slowly rolled over and we got a look at his face.   He’d broken his nose in his fall.
    “Oops, sorry about that,” I said.   I looked over at Kowi.   “Do you want me to fix that before he’s fully awake?”
    “You can do that?” he asked, looking a little shocked.
    “I’ve seen my dad do it enough times.”   I went over and straddled him, sitting on his chest.   “Bodo, get on his legs, would you?”
    “Dat’s not a problem,” he said coming over and laying across them.
    “Grab his arms, Kowi.”
    Kowi limped over and kneeled down, taking the guys arms and holding them on the ground, above his head.
    “Here goes nothing,” I