Yesterday's Gone: Season One

palm, “well, he was just for show. Get it? A bat named Robin? Ha! Oh, yeah, you all can’t see Robin, can ya? Well, now that Jeff’s gone, Robin can finally come out to play. Because I’m the boss and the motherfucking law.”
    Robin dragged across the concrete. Dead Guard Walking started speaking in a delighted whisper. “Duck...duck...duck... duck...duck... duck...duck...”
    He circled the room, lingering behind Boricio a bit longer each time, but never doing more than giving him a gentle tap on the head. Boricio was glad the asshole was too knee deep in being a dick to pay attention to the prisoners, at least anything below their heads, otherwise he’d have noticed their lack of restraints.
    “Looks like you might make a good goose,” the voice came from a few feet away, though he wasn’t sure if Dead Guard Walking was referring to Adam or the new kid, Charlie.  
    “I didn’t like this game in kindergarten,” Charlie said, “And I hate it right now. If you’re gonna kill me, go ahead and do it. Or tell me how I can help you. I’m happy to do that, too, but I can’t do it if I’m scared.”
    Boricio bit his lip to keep from laughing. Holy shit, the kid has balls. Boricio wondered if the little fucker knew he had leverage because he was the freshest in the box, or whether the end of the world had just put an inch on his prick.  
    “Well how about that, ladies and gentleman,” Dead Guard Walking said. “We have today’s first contestant on ‘Wheel of Misfortune.’”
    Boricio actually heard Charlie swallow.  
    “Do what you need to,” Charlie said. “But I’m done being afraid and wondering what’s the worst that can happen to me. If this is it, well alright then. Looks like there’s not much else going on out there anyway.”  
    A long pause followed: probably Dead Guard Walking figuring how he could punish the rule breaker without actually killing him. Boricio tensed. The reel wasn’t supposed to roll just yet, but if the movie was gonna play, well fuck it if Boricio wasn’t ready to be the star of the show.  
    “Ha, I like the way you play, kid,” Dead Guard Walking said. “How about I give you a wild card?”
    Charlie said nothing.  
    “What? You don’t want a wild card? Well, that’s probably ‘cuz you don’t know what a wild card is! A wild card means you get to pass your turn to another player. I’m happy to let you live, seeing as how you’re the only one who seems to possess both balls and brains . Now you can take the wild card I so generously gave you and pass your turn to someone else.” Dead Guard Walking’s voice dropped an octave. “That means you can pass your brain stew to whoever you want. Course, you get to choose, it being your wild card and all, but I’d suggest this pussy licker over here with the mouth big enough to drive a gangbang’s worth of cocks inside.”  
    Boricio felt the end of the sentence with a hard kick to his knee. Pain radiated through his body, but it was nothing compared to what he would soon deliver. Keep adding fuel, buddy.
    Adam said, “Why don’t you just leave everyone alone?”  
    Shit!
    Fucking kid. You’re ‘bout to get yourself straight dead. You can question a bully, but you can’t tell ‘em to stop. Charlie rode the edge without falling. You’re tumbling into nothing fast.  
    “Ding ding ding, we have us a winner!”  
    Boricio stiffened at the sound of glee in Dead Guard Walking’s voice. Things were about to get retard ugly for Adam if Boricio didn’t do something.  
    “So here’s what’s gonna happen, just so there aren’t any surprises.” Robin scraped the concrete then landed with another thwap in Dead Guard Walking’s palm. “This here’s about to get loud. Not the brain bashing, though I ain’t never had the pleasure of actually making a pot of brain stew, if I’m being honest. I imagine it ain’t that loud, least not as loud as the shrieks that are gonna be leaking from this fucker over here in another few seconds.”
    The blindfold was off and Boricio was on his feet. Dead Guard Walking didn’t have time to tighten his grip before Boricio grabbed the bat and threw it to the ground. Boricio grabbed Dead Guard Walking’s shoulders with both hands and drove his knee into the guard’s chest. Air fled his body and he doubled over just as Boricio’s right elbow landed square in the small of his back.
    Dead Guard Walking lay facedown on the floor. But that wouldn’t do for