Read Online My Zombie Summer (Book 1): The Undead Road by David Powers King - Free Book Online
Authors: David Powers King
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
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Outlive the Undead by Maximilian Booker.
A satire book? Was Mason serious or joking?
But for entertainment’s sake, and because I had nothing to do, I opened the book and gave it a read.
Candice knocked on our door the next morning while I was enjoying a breakfast of cold instant oatmeal. Dad let her in, and she wanted to give us a tour of the compound when we were done. The mid-June morning had a slight chill, even with summer about to officially start. I had to admit, as we looked around, the precautions these people had taken impressed me. They had a system of rigged propane tanks set to blow if Vectors tripped their wires. They even used cars, buses, plywood and other houses to form a barrier around an entire quarter of David City.
My interest came to an end when Candice pointed at the school. “That’s where the children go during the day,” she said. “Nothing should stop an education.”
School? At the end of the world?
She had to be kidding me.
But she wasn’t. While the grownups scavenged for stuff during the day, they put the kids in class so they would have a sense of normalcy and something to do. I played along. For a meal and a comfortable place to sleep, I could be a perfect pupil for a few days. The couch in the front room was like a king-sized bed compared to the backseat of our Explorer. Still, deep in my gut, something was off about this place. It wasn’t the undercooked bowls of cracked wheat, either.
Dad would go with the scouting parties and come back to teach self-defense and firearms training to the locals. Mom used her nursing skills at the healthcare center. That left me all alone with Jewel. Once again, between spending time with some kids and feeling defenseless, I was reduced to the role of a babysitter.
I didn’t like their way of staying safe. They had Jewel’s rifle. And they had my Berettas. I hated the hiding, the secrets, and false sense of security. Above all else, I was worried about Kaylynn. I hadn’t seen her in three days. Mom thought she’d left the compound altogether. She had, but I knew she was still in town somewhere. Not having a clue bugged the crap out of me. The few times I’d bumped into Cody, he wanted to know where she’d gone to. Like I would tell him.
I had to know if Kaylynn was safe, but I had to keep an eye on Jewel. And keeping my guard up with dozens of strangers around wasn’t exactly easy.
Everybody in the Compound strolled around with their heads high. When I pressed them with questions, they wouldn’t answer me. Sometimes they had fear in their eyes. One night, Dad said he couldn’t get a straight answer from the men he was with. And Mom had her doubts, too. One door in the healthcare center had a guard stationed there, at all times. Without a doubt, these people knew something that we didn’t. Their guitar-strumming, front porch sitting, lemonade-drinking charade left me with only more questions. Someone had to know something about Sam and why she had a guarded room in the healthcare center.
Did Sam keep our guns in that room? Maybe. That woman was as transparent as crude oil in a fishbowl.
To make things worse, some doofus had to make life miserable for everybody else, just for kicks and giggles. Big Thomas was the undisputedly biggest kid in town. He had a few cronies who stood by him, like shucked cornstalks in comparison. He’d beaten them into submission early on, I bet. Together, they bullied the little kids, and the older kids if his chub outweighed them. It wasn’t long before they targeted my little sister, as if someone had written Fresh Meat on her forehead with a Sharpie. I found them during lunch. They were trying to pin her in a corner. Not on my watch.
“Look at her haircut,” Big Thomas snorted. “It makes her tiny face look like a—”
I shoved the punk before he could finish. “It’s a better face than you’ll ever have,” I said. He didn’t like that one bit. His sides jiggled a full
A satire book? Was Mason serious or joking?
But for entertainment’s sake, and because I had nothing to do, I opened the book and gave it a read.
Candice knocked on our door the next morning while I was enjoying a breakfast of cold instant oatmeal. Dad let her in, and she wanted to give us a tour of the compound when we were done. The mid-June morning had a slight chill, even with summer about to officially start. I had to admit, as we looked around, the precautions these people had taken impressed me. They had a system of rigged propane tanks set to blow if Vectors tripped their wires. They even used cars, buses, plywood and other houses to form a barrier around an entire quarter of David City.
My interest came to an end when Candice pointed at the school. “That’s where the children go during the day,” she said. “Nothing should stop an education.”
School? At the end of the world?
She had to be kidding me.
But she wasn’t. While the grownups scavenged for stuff during the day, they put the kids in class so they would have a sense of normalcy and something to do. I played along. For a meal and a comfortable place to sleep, I could be a perfect pupil for a few days. The couch in the front room was like a king-sized bed compared to the backseat of our Explorer. Still, deep in my gut, something was off about this place. It wasn’t the undercooked bowls of cracked wheat, either.
Dad would go with the scouting parties and come back to teach self-defense and firearms training to the locals. Mom used her nursing skills at the healthcare center. That left me all alone with Jewel. Once again, between spending time with some kids and feeling defenseless, I was reduced to the role of a babysitter.
I didn’t like their way of staying safe. They had Jewel’s rifle. And they had my Berettas. I hated the hiding, the secrets, and false sense of security. Above all else, I was worried about Kaylynn. I hadn’t seen her in three days. Mom thought she’d left the compound altogether. She had, but I knew she was still in town somewhere. Not having a clue bugged the crap out of me. The few times I’d bumped into Cody, he wanted to know where she’d gone to. Like I would tell him.
I had to know if Kaylynn was safe, but I had to keep an eye on Jewel. And keeping my guard up with dozens of strangers around wasn’t exactly easy.
Everybody in the Compound strolled around with their heads high. When I pressed them with questions, they wouldn’t answer me. Sometimes they had fear in their eyes. One night, Dad said he couldn’t get a straight answer from the men he was with. And Mom had her doubts, too. One door in the healthcare center had a guard stationed there, at all times. Without a doubt, these people knew something that we didn’t. Their guitar-strumming, front porch sitting, lemonade-drinking charade left me with only more questions. Someone had to know something about Sam and why she had a guarded room in the healthcare center.
Did Sam keep our guns in that room? Maybe. That woman was as transparent as crude oil in a fishbowl.
To make things worse, some doofus had to make life miserable for everybody else, just for kicks and giggles. Big Thomas was the undisputedly biggest kid in town. He had a few cronies who stood by him, like shucked cornstalks in comparison. He’d beaten them into submission early on, I bet. Together, they bullied the little kids, and the older kids if his chub outweighed them. It wasn’t long before they targeted my little sister, as if someone had written Fresh Meat on her forehead with a Sharpie. I found them during lunch. They were trying to pin her in a corner. Not on my watch.
“Look at her haircut,” Big Thomas snorted. “It makes her tiny face look like a—”
I shoved the punk before he could finish. “It’s a better face than you’ll ever have,” I said. He didn’t like that one bit. His sides jiggled a full
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