One Deaf Mate and Two Shifters

Ch 5

Brandon
"I can't believe they're trying to stop us from going into town!" I remarked in disbelief.
"Well if you have nothing to do but sell slaves and farm in this god forsaken world, what else would you do? Hassling two practically immortal beings is the best shit ever." Matthew replied.
"I know, but I just hate getting shot! It stings like a motherf*cker! It doesn't help that they are so weak!"
"Stop yelling you baffoon! At lease you got to shoot back at them! I just got to drive and swerve!!! Nothing remotely fun!" My twin yelled.
Thinking back to the expected ambush, they seemed to be really weak.
As my brother turned the corner, I spotted the roadblock.
"You see it Matt?"
"Yeah... Let's hope they only want a fee this time."
"Agreed."
As Matthew stopped the truck 50 yards from the barracade manned by 30 guys, I couldn't help but be dismayed when I saw the slaver's guild flag waving in the wind.
"I hate slavers." Matthew spit.
"Too bad they don't want to talk, all those guns they just raised are gonna start a fight we'll have to end." I sighed.
Matthew had then proceeded to backup while I shot and killed several of the men. The gunshots ended and only 27 bodies could be found.
"Think they ran?" I asked.
"Yeah, but they'll probably think twice before they decide to mess with us next time." He replied.
"Good thing there is only four more groups in the area and fifty miles to go." I commented.
I wince in pain as another bullet finds my body. I think I've been hit twelve times and this was the third attack by as many groups. I can't wait till we get to town, at least the townies respect anyone who can get through these crazies.
"Damn it! Trade places with me! I'm bored to tears and need to do something!" Matt yells while hitting the steering wheel.
"Fine, have fun. But don't whine when I mow them down before you can shoot them!"
I handed Matthew the AR and started driving.
"Whatever, just get us to town and I can get some target practice."
"Gotta love that blood thirsty mindset of yours my twin." I chuckle.
"Yep, now move! I want to get into town and back home. You still own me a run." Matthew smirked.
I couldn't help but laugh when, ten miles away from town, the last group of mauraders and slavers ambushed us. My brother wasn't even gonna break a sweat on these guys. Four hundred plus years give you lots of time to practice. And Matthew sure does love his shooting.