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‘bout now?” He pointed as one of the people hooted and shrieked and chased after a rat that crossed his path. The other Zoms set off in pursuit.
“Holy shit! Armed zombies. That’s bad, really bad. We have to tell the others.”
* * * *
“I’m telling you,” Daniels repeated. “They were Zoms. And they had weapons. Knives and machetes.”
Chrissy snorted. “Okay, so they found some knives and picked them up. Maybe Zoms are like magpies and like shiny things. It doesn’t mean they know how to use them.”
“Trust me, Chrissy. They were holding those things like they knew how to use them. Things just got a lot scarier. We don’t want to cross paths with those Zoms. The big question is are those the only ones with weapons, or are they all like that now?”
“Jeez. That’s all we need.”
Moose Villa spoke up for the first time. “Man, if the Zoms have weapons, it’s gonna make life a lot harder around here. The four of us have done okay so far, but we don’t stand a chance against a bunched of armed Zoms. I’ll say it again. I think it’s time to get outta Dodge.”
Daniels nodded. “You might be right this time, but before we resort to that, maybe we should look for reinforcements. Last we heard, there were still some people on the other side of town. If they’re still alive, maybe it’s time to join forces. If the Zoms are arming themselves, then the others are in just as much trouble as we are. They just don’t know it yet.”
“Maybe,” Jesse said, “but they don’t know us any more than we know them. What if they decide to shoot first and ask questions later?”
Daniels shrugged. “Only one way to find out.”
Chapter Six
The quartet left at first light. Because they had no idea where the other humans were, or if they even still lived, there was no telling how long it would take to find them. They packed their meager belongings—mostly food, weapons, and ammo—and set out.
This early, there were still plenty of shadows to use as cover. Crossing streets was always risky. It couldn’t be helped. Unless they wanted to stay on the same block forever, they had to cross some streets.
Movement up ahead forced them to duck inside a church. They peered through the stained glass in the apse. For a moment, Daniels thought they might have gotten lucky and spotted other humans right off the bat; but no, these were Zoms. At least they weren’t armed. That gave his team better odds if seen.
The Zoms passed by and disappeared down the block. The humans ducked out the back of the church and hopped a fence, figuring the odds of avoiding detection were better that way, in case there were any more Zoms in the street lagging the others.
By noon they had covered several miles.
“How much longer, Sarge?” Moose asked. He was a big man, standing six-foot-four, and heavily muscled. Before the plague he’d been muscular; however, a fondness for fast food had him tipping the scales at over 320 pounds. A starvation diet in the months following the outbreak had melted of the excess. Still, a man his size wasn’t built for quickness and all the ducking for cover had him overheated. He opened his water bottle and poured some over his head. It was only early May, but it was beginning to feel like summer already. They’d decided to rest for a few minutes in the shade of a maple tree.
“We’re just about in the area where I saw them, but who knows where they are now? We have to keep moving. If we don’t find anything by the end of the day, we’ll have to spend the night somewhere and then crisscross the area tomorrow. If that doesn’t work, then we move to another area and try again. Oh, and Moose? If you start asking “Are we there yet? Are we there yet,” I’ll shoot you in the foot and leave you for Zom fodder. Got it?”
Moose laughed. “Got it. So…are we there yet?”
That got the others laughing and they pressed onward.
* * * *
Amanda had gone with The Pack when
“Holy shit! Armed zombies. That’s bad, really bad. We have to tell the others.”
* * * *
“I’m telling you,” Daniels repeated. “They were Zoms. And they had weapons. Knives and machetes.”
Chrissy snorted. “Okay, so they found some knives and picked them up. Maybe Zoms are like magpies and like shiny things. It doesn’t mean they know how to use them.”
“Trust me, Chrissy. They were holding those things like they knew how to use them. Things just got a lot scarier. We don’t want to cross paths with those Zoms. The big question is are those the only ones with weapons, or are they all like that now?”
“Jeez. That’s all we need.”
Moose Villa spoke up for the first time. “Man, if the Zoms have weapons, it’s gonna make life a lot harder around here. The four of us have done okay so far, but we don’t stand a chance against a bunched of armed Zoms. I’ll say it again. I think it’s time to get outta Dodge.”
Daniels nodded. “You might be right this time, but before we resort to that, maybe we should look for reinforcements. Last we heard, there were still some people on the other side of town. If they’re still alive, maybe it’s time to join forces. If the Zoms are arming themselves, then the others are in just as much trouble as we are. They just don’t know it yet.”
“Maybe,” Jesse said, “but they don’t know us any more than we know them. What if they decide to shoot first and ask questions later?”
Daniels shrugged. “Only one way to find out.”
Chapter Six
The quartet left at first light. Because they had no idea where the other humans were, or if they even still lived, there was no telling how long it would take to find them. They packed their meager belongings—mostly food, weapons, and ammo—and set out.
This early, there were still plenty of shadows to use as cover. Crossing streets was always risky. It couldn’t be helped. Unless they wanted to stay on the same block forever, they had to cross some streets.
Movement up ahead forced them to duck inside a church. They peered through the stained glass in the apse. For a moment, Daniels thought they might have gotten lucky and spotted other humans right off the bat; but no, these were Zoms. At least they weren’t armed. That gave his team better odds if seen.
The Zoms passed by and disappeared down the block. The humans ducked out the back of the church and hopped a fence, figuring the odds of avoiding detection were better that way, in case there were any more Zoms in the street lagging the others.
By noon they had covered several miles.
“How much longer, Sarge?” Moose asked. He was a big man, standing six-foot-four, and heavily muscled. Before the plague he’d been muscular; however, a fondness for fast food had him tipping the scales at over 320 pounds. A starvation diet in the months following the outbreak had melted of the excess. Still, a man his size wasn’t built for quickness and all the ducking for cover had him overheated. He opened his water bottle and poured some over his head. It was only early May, but it was beginning to feel like summer already. They’d decided to rest for a few minutes in the shade of a maple tree.
“We’re just about in the area where I saw them, but who knows where they are now? We have to keep moving. If we don’t find anything by the end of the day, we’ll have to spend the night somewhere and then crisscross the area tomorrow. If that doesn’t work, then we move to another area and try again. Oh, and Moose? If you start asking “Are we there yet? Are we there yet,” I’ll shoot you in the foot and leave you for Zom fodder. Got it?”
Moose laughed. “Got it. So…are we there yet?”
That got the others laughing and they pressed onward.
* * * *
Amanda had gone with The Pack when
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