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Authors: Todd Sprague
Tags: Fiction, Suspense, Science-Fiction, adventure, Action & Adventure, Horror, Zombies, apocalypse, Armageddon, Living Dead, Apocalyptic, End of the world, postapocalyptic, Horror Fiction, night of the living dead, the walking dead, permuted press, george romero, Dystopias, dead rising, left 4 dead
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Douglas had gone. After a few moments, she squatted and left a big steaming present on the driveway, just in case Douglas decided to follow them. She turned, scuffed her back paws in the dirt a few times, threw her head high in the air and followed her mommy and daddy home.
* * *
John and Sara lay nestled in their blankets some time later, their naked flesh entwined under the thin covers. Sara murmured something as she drifted off to sleep. John lay staring up at the ceiling, dimly lit by the moonlight. Maybe Doug’s right, he thought. Maybe they shouldn’t be listening to me. Maybe I’m just going to get them all killed. John kept mulling his thoughts over and over in his head, until finally sleep caught him and dragged him under.
The nightmares came back that night, worse than before.
Chapter 7
September 23, Zed Year One
Brattleboro, Vermont
Morning light streamed through the gauzy curtains in the bedroom. John walked in, holding a steaming cup of coffee. He set the mug down on the nightstand and sat on the bed. Leaning in, he kissed Sara gently on the cheek. “Good morning, beautiful.”
“Mmmm, coffee smells great. Good morning.” She sat up and kissed him back.
“I see the electricity still works,” Sara noticed.
“Yeah, but the internet is down. I don’t know if it’s local or widespread, though.”
“Well, that sucks. There goes my ebay addiction.” Sara said, giggling.
“I’ve got the guys coming over in a few minutes. I just wanted to say good morning before they got here,” John said, pressing a smiling Sara back down into the bed.
* * *
“We’re not going to the grocery store,” John told the men sitting across from him at the little kitchen table. “We’re going directly to the source. The warehouse.”
“What warehouse?” Morgan James asked between bites of stale donut.
“The wholesale grocery warehouse up by exit 3. It has pallets of food already loaded, trucks, anything we want.. The hard part is finding it in on the racks.”
“Wait, why don’t we just run downtown, raid the supermarket and the Walmart across the river, and get back here?” Roy Kaminski puffed on a cigarette.
John narrowed his eyes a fraction, trying not to roll them. “Two reasons. One, every other survivor is going to have the same idea, and either they’ve already done it or are on their way. Second, downtown is going to be crawling with Zeds. The warehouse might have a few, but my guess is there won’t be that many. There’s a chain link fence surrounding the place so it might even be secure while we’re there.”
“And they have trucks. We could load up a trailer with enough stuff to last us a good long while, steal a truck, even one of those little ones that just moves the trailers around the yard, and then hightail it back here.” Morgan said, speaking directly to Roy.
“I can drive whatever we find there,” Roger James said, looking with approval at his son. “Morgan can get us there, we’ll load the trailer, and I’ll drive it back.”
“Good, I like it. We’ll swing by Dan Bender’s house on the way and see if he will trade or sell us anything, then head to the warehouse.” John stood up and walked to the cabinet against the far wall. He opened the cabinet, revealing several rifles and pistols hanging on pegs. “Alright, who needs a gun?”
Morgan patted his holsters, one on each hip. “I’m good.”
Roy walked over to the cabinet and reached for one of the rifles inside. “I’ll take this M 16, I know all about them from the History Channel.”
John pushed Roy’s hands out of the way, selected a shotgun from the rack, and handed it to Roy. “Actually, it’s an AR 15. Why don’t you take this one for now? We’ll be needing you for more close up work.”
Morgan struggled to hold his laughter in. Roger didn’t even bother trying. Roy took the shotgun, racked the slide, and ignored Roger’s snickering. John patted him on the back and
* * *
John and Sara lay nestled in their blankets some time later, their naked flesh entwined under the thin covers. Sara murmured something as she drifted off to sleep. John lay staring up at the ceiling, dimly lit by the moonlight. Maybe Doug’s right, he thought. Maybe they shouldn’t be listening to me. Maybe I’m just going to get them all killed. John kept mulling his thoughts over and over in his head, until finally sleep caught him and dragged him under.
The nightmares came back that night, worse than before.
Chapter 7
September 23, Zed Year One
Brattleboro, Vermont
Morning light streamed through the gauzy curtains in the bedroom. John walked in, holding a steaming cup of coffee. He set the mug down on the nightstand and sat on the bed. Leaning in, he kissed Sara gently on the cheek. “Good morning, beautiful.”
“Mmmm, coffee smells great. Good morning.” She sat up and kissed him back.
“I see the electricity still works,” Sara noticed.
“Yeah, but the internet is down. I don’t know if it’s local or widespread, though.”
“Well, that sucks. There goes my ebay addiction.” Sara said, giggling.
“I’ve got the guys coming over in a few minutes. I just wanted to say good morning before they got here,” John said, pressing a smiling Sara back down into the bed.
* * *
“We’re not going to the grocery store,” John told the men sitting across from him at the little kitchen table. “We’re going directly to the source. The warehouse.”
“What warehouse?” Morgan James asked between bites of stale donut.
“The wholesale grocery warehouse up by exit 3. It has pallets of food already loaded, trucks, anything we want.. The hard part is finding it in on the racks.”
“Wait, why don’t we just run downtown, raid the supermarket and the Walmart across the river, and get back here?” Roy Kaminski puffed on a cigarette.
John narrowed his eyes a fraction, trying not to roll them. “Two reasons. One, every other survivor is going to have the same idea, and either they’ve already done it or are on their way. Second, downtown is going to be crawling with Zeds. The warehouse might have a few, but my guess is there won’t be that many. There’s a chain link fence surrounding the place so it might even be secure while we’re there.”
“And they have trucks. We could load up a trailer with enough stuff to last us a good long while, steal a truck, even one of those little ones that just moves the trailers around the yard, and then hightail it back here.” Morgan said, speaking directly to Roy.
“I can drive whatever we find there,” Roger James said, looking with approval at his son. “Morgan can get us there, we’ll load the trailer, and I’ll drive it back.”
“Good, I like it. We’ll swing by Dan Bender’s house on the way and see if he will trade or sell us anything, then head to the warehouse.” John stood up and walked to the cabinet against the far wall. He opened the cabinet, revealing several rifles and pistols hanging on pegs. “Alright, who needs a gun?”
Morgan patted his holsters, one on each hip. “I’m good.”
Roy walked over to the cabinet and reached for one of the rifles inside. “I’ll take this M 16, I know all about them from the History Channel.”
John pushed Roy’s hands out of the way, selected a shotgun from the rack, and handed it to Roy. “Actually, it’s an AR 15. Why don’t you take this one for now? We’ll be needing you for more close up work.”
Morgan struggled to hold his laughter in. Roger didn’t even bother trying. Roy took the shotgun, racked the slide, and ignored Roger’s snickering. John patted him on the back and
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