For the Fallen (Zombie Fallout #7)
Cant know everything, Vivian. Otherwise you would have cut your husbands balls off before he cheated and shut off the money.
Dad, I think therere zombies, Travis said. And then I caught the caustic whiff of malodor. Its Henry. Tommy pointed. Henry was busy trying to send carpet fibers over his latest creation as his back paws scraped at the industrial rug.
Fine, just dont get shot again, she told me as she grabbed her backpack. Really? I thought. Wouldnt that kind of be the first thing I would avoid? Thats like saying, Dont let that train hit you. Or, dont let the chainsaw-wielding madman disembowel you. Or better yet Contents of Coffee Cup are extremely hot, do not pour in lap.
Fuck death, its not the enemy, zombies are.
I cant imagine a cure, but theyll have inoculation. They have to offer something to get the survivors to become subservient to them. Probably something that needs a booster shot as well. So instead of a true vaccination, it will be something like a tetanus shot? Youre getting it now. Otherwise it would be like making a light bulb that never burns out. Your husband was in on this?
Id never once considered Tracy anything other than beautiful, but the hardness of the apocalypse had sculpted her into something almost otherworldly. Any chance I had to grab onto that, I was going to take it.
I just couldnt see it being worth the bikers trouble getting in here. Wed already bled them so much. I guess when you have nothing more to lose, whats the difference? Thats what made them scary. I almost got the feeling they wanted to die.
I killed the cheating bastard. Who knows, maybe if Id done it a few days sooner, I could have prevented all of this. But where would the fun be in that? I would have missed out on all this, she said, taking her hands off the steering wheel spreading her arms wide.
Is he singing? BT asked. He is. What is that shit REO Speedwagon? Why are you crackers always bat-shit crazy? Youd never see a black man tip-toeing through the zombies singing crappy 80s music.
It was brutal acting this nonchalant. I was revved up like an ADD sufferer at a kaleidoscope convention.
I was thinking that Trip as a zombie would be a pretty funny sight. Hed always be hungry and would never remember to eat.
Karma works entirely too fast in my case to go against it.
My momma always said crackers were crazy, something about their white skin not being able to stop the sun from cooking their brains.
My name is Captain Najarian. Most of whats left of my platoon just call me Cap. He extended a hand to help Doc up. The shooter is Corporal Hildie. Her illegal fraternizing partner next to her is Lieutenant Butz. Just call him Buzz or he gets mad. This is my wife Dina, he said, introducing the woman to his right. And then theres Chaplin. We think he might be prior military, but since he hasnt said a word in the two months weve known him, we dont have a clue.
Oh come now, Dixon. Im more qualified than my husband ever was or that oaf Wendelson. We could rule together, like modern day monarchs.
One more day, man. Ill spend one more day with her. If there is a chance of getting a vaccination or a cure, I owe it to Mike and his family to find it. One more day. If it doesnt pan out, Im leaving her. He thought about going back into the truck,
on the fools trip to save Paul. And for what? My fucking friend and his wife were dead. Maybe they would have been able to ride the damn thing out in their attic. Couldnt be worse, thats for sure. So we had potentially only forestalled my sons death and theirs.
Porkchop didnt seem hurt by the words. He knew Docs wife and kids had been mercilessly slaughtered while the man had been forced to watch. He would have been next had not everyone merely left. Im still here. He thrust his chin up. Porkchop, I just want to die. Doc turned his back to the light. If you want the door shut, do it yourself. Porkchop was crying as he walked out.
She was in a nest of pit vipers, and just because she herself was one did not mean that someone wouldnt turn and strike at her.
The body can only produce so much adrenaline, and when its done, its worse than coming down off of a caffeine-laced eight ball. (Not that I know what that would entail.)
Theres not a woman alive that will let the facts get in the way of them winning an argument.
The zombies in the cab were looking at us like it was Christmas 1996 and we had just taken the last Tickle Me Elmo dolls off the shelf.
This was killing me to ask, and I knew I didnt even want the answer. How long? Dad, BT might be days away. I figure Ive got a week or two at the tops. And there it was, my heart was wrenching in my chest. It felt like my rib cage was crushing in on itself like I had a working garbage disposal in there. We were coming full circle to that time in my office the night he had been scratched going
Unfortunately, I didnt think it was this new world that brought out the shittier side of humans. We have always had it in us. Why is man so fundamentally flawed? Does it really go back to knowledge and that stupid apple Eve just had to have? I would have rather been a noble savage. Thanks, Eve, for ruining it for the rest of us.
Were still alive and were still together. Plus, I have some killer weed. Want a hit?
Whats your last name? Waggoner. Dennis shifted around to put his briefs and pants back on. Whats your story? I bet yours is more interesting, but Ill give you the short of it, he told her. I was staying at my dads.
Why am I so willing to give up hope? she asked quietly. Because its a fucked up world, Trip said.
You getting lighter, big dog? I asked as I kissed his face. Get a room, BT said. I plan on it, I told him. His confused look passed over quickly. Shit, man, that was pretty good. Ive been working on my timing and delivery.