Read Online This is the End (Book 2): Not Dead Yet by Lisa Biesiada - Free Book Online

noticed I was starting to slow down because he got Ty and Chloe’s attention and pulled us all into a huddle.  “I think we should make camp for the night, there’s no way we’ll make it before dark.”  He cast a glance at the offensive fireball behind him as if to solidify his point.
    “Sunlight sucks,” I muttered pulling a bottle of water out of my bag and downing it in one gulp.
    Chloe was busy looking around and Ty had pulled out the maps.  I watched his fingers trace the page then stare out into the distance at something I couldn’t see a few times.  There was a big, open space to our right and a housing development to our left.  I didn’t want to risk the houses, but I sure as fuck didn’t want to stop in a big, open space either.
    “If we cut through the golf course, there’s a small neighborhood just past it.  We might be able to find an empty house there.” Ty finally said looking at the big open space I had already mentally vetoed.  His plan encompassed both ideas I hated, but looking around, we didn’t have much choice.  We were still in the heart of the city with miles to go and not much daylight left to go it in.
    I sighed my frustration and started towards the side rail. 
    “Angie, where are you going?” Chloe asked.
    Pausing with one leg still dangling over the guard rail, “I’m following Ty’s suggestion, unless you have something better in mind?”  Please, please have something better.
    A round of resigned sighs followed a moment of silence as they all started over the side with me.
    Hauling ourselves over, we ran/skidded down the embankment, almost tripping over our feet as we reached the bottom.  I stopped to catch my breath and we all stood stock still, staring out across the golf course ahead of us.
    It wasn’t anything special; just a big open space with the poles marking the holes and the weird patterns in the grass around them.  Golf was also something I didn’t know anything about so I wasn’t sure what the patterns were for but assumed they’d once held some meaning.  Well, before the world went to shit.
    We crept silently through the brown and crunchy grass, eyes peeled for anything even remotely smelling of a threat, but there was nothing.  Not even a squirrel, which was also perplexing; what had happened to all the wildlife? Surely they couldn’t have all been eaten yet…
    Reaching a small out-cropping of trees, a rustling ahead and to my right caught my attention and I immediately put an arm out to stop the group.  I heard Chloe clear her throat and turned around with a finger to my lips before she could get the words out.
    The rustling grew louder, which meant it was getting closer and I crept towards it, making sure the safety on my gun was off and my sword was at the ready. I couldn’t see much through the thick pines, but I did catch colors from what I had to assume were clothing and gave the signal to be ready to the others without turning around.
    Crunching softly over a bed of pine needles, I rounded the giant bush that was blocking my view to have it suddenly filled with several ambling dead.  Unfortunately they caught sight of me as I saw them and immediately decided I was food, starting the mad dash towards us.
    Running forward, I slashed the first one to reach me left to right, nearly severing its head, but just enough for it to go down.  I could hear the sounds of Jack, Ty and Chloe fighting around me and felt myself rip to pieces trying to be everywhere at once.
    I tried to make the most noise grunting and hacking away to draw as much attention to me as I could, but a quick glance around revealed my little group were still immersed in battles of their own.  Shaking myself out of the distraction, I turned my attention to a particularly feisty overweight man in chinos aiming for my shoulder and jabbed my sword upwards through his neck and out the other side.  He started to fall and with my blade still lodged in his neck, tried to take me