"I'll come with you," Katie answered, setting down her half-empty beer.
Travis sighed and headed down the stairs. Katie followed, her hands in her jacket pockets. As they passed the closed door to her tiny room she shared with Jenni, she smiled to herself, realizing she probably was going to have to find somewhere else to sleep.
Out in the courtyard, there was more commotion. Several of the older people and a few parents were talking loudly to Mike, demanding that he shut up the men on the wall. Children were trying to sleep, as were the older people. Mike was nodding, promising to do something, when Travis and Katie walked out of the city hall building with Curtis and Bill behind them.
A few more men, drunk and rowdy, had climbed onto the wall next to the gate, jostling each other a little, trying to get into position to either throw things down at the zombies or urinate on them. Katie was glad she couldn't see the men's flopping penises from her viewpoint.
"Let's go," Travis said to Mike as he passed them.
Curtis and Bill stopped long enough to promise in their best policemen voice that the situation would soon be under control, then also followed.
"Get down," Travis called out as he climbed up to the platform that served as an entrance to the new area.
Shane, the redneck who had punched out Katie, turned and laughed.
"Ah, c'mon, they just stand there with their mouths open. "
Next to him was his best buddy, Phil. "Yeah, Travis, they're just a bunch of dead dumb fucks. "
Travis didn't step out onto the three-foot wide wall, but stood on the platform looking toward the gate. The pounding was frantic.
"You're stirring them up. Come on down. "
Several of the obviously very drunken men began to laugh. "C'mon, Travis. Stop being pussy-whipped by your lesbo girlfriend and lighten up. "
Shane whipped out his cock and waggled it at Katie before turning, drinking his beer, and urinating over the edge down onto the zombies below.
Katie turned away, shaking her head.
"C'mon, boys. Bring it back in," Bill said in a firm, authoritative voice.
"You ain't a cop no more. Back off," Phil answered.
"This is going to turn dirty," Katie whispered to Travis.
"Shut up, lesbo bitch! Who asked you to fucking open your mouth?"
Phil's voice was full of hate and his gaze was hostile.
"Nah, Phil. Let her open her mouth. I got something right here for it,"
Shane answered, flapping his cock at her.
"Gawd," Katie turned away again.
"Get back now," Bill said. His voice was going to a calm, deadly place.
Travis hesitated then started to follow Katie.
"She ain't gonna give you any, Travis. She's a waste of ass," Shane said mockingly.
"Fuck off, Shane," Travis answered.
Shane continued to dance around, exposing himself.
Travis looked ready to go out onto the wall and punch his lights out, but Katie grabbed his arm. "Let it go. "
"Yeah, Travis, let it go. She don't want you. Maybe we should just bend her over and turn her back to the man side of the force," Phil said nastily. He began fumbling with his zipper. In his drunken state, he wavered, his foot caught, and he went tumbling forward. He hit the top of the wall sideways and began to roll off when Shane caught him.