Zombie Story part 7: The hit man

A biker sits alone in a dark old bar taking shots of tequila and every few minutes he snaps his fingers signaling the bartender to fill it up. The bar is empty except for two barflies and an aging prostitute who’s trying to offer the bartender a blow job for a few drinks. The biker watches the door. When the whore makes her way over to his table to proposition him it’s just as he snaps his fingers for another drink.
“hey there handsome! How would you like to buy a girl a drink? I can make it worth your while.” she says leaning on the table reveling her saggy cleavage.
“oh stop bothering the man Molly. Don’t make throw you ass out again.” the bartender warns as he pores the shot.
“oh we’re just having a friendly conversation. Aren’t we honey?” Molly says eyeing the biker who shoots the shot pulls out a cigaret and lights it. As if to answer her question he blows a cloud of smoke into her face.
“Ass Hole!” She says and the she drifts off to one of the barflies. The door to the bar swings open and in walks a well dressed man carrying a briefcase. He looks around his surroundings then spots the biker. He seems very nervous. He walks over to the bar gets a drink and then heads for the bikers table.
“Hi… Umm I got all of it right here..
I’m sorry I’m late it took a while to get it all together and traffic was a bitch.. Your still gonna you know take the job right?” the man asks nervously.
The biker just sits there smoking his cigaret.
The nervous man was sweating bullets. He had expected this to be a simple hand off but now this biker was stone walling him. He knew better then to push the man to hard. Never put pressure on a hit man you intend to hire.
The biker was about to speak when suddenly one of the barflies went berserk. He suddenly jumped on the man sitting opposite him and before anyone could react he was biting into the mans shoulder like a wild animal. Another man runs over and tries to get the lunatic off the man but he ends up getting attacked next for his trouble. The mad man is ripping the flesh off the would be heros arm when the first victim jumps to his feet and tackles another drunk that had been watching the situation just a little to closely.
Before the biker knew what was happening the man who intended to hire him was being eaten alive by the bar skank that had hit on him earlier. Before any of the freaks decided he looked like a good meal he was on his feet guns drawn. The first bullete ripped through the crazed sluts head.
“That’s for costing me money bitch!”Then his guns go to work on the rest of the crazed freaks who had just taken notice of him.