America The Dead Book Two: The Road To Somewhere by Lindsey Rivers Read Free Book Online Page B

you
might have come across anything like that at all?” He ended with a
look of grim determination in his eyes.
    “ Okay. So... Uh, you … Okay, so
really you mean like a... a...”
    “ A zombie,” Jeff said. “I know how
that sounds, and I would guess that means you haven't had any
problems... experiences like that.”
    Mike shook his head. “I... No. I haven't. None
of us have. I don't want to sound like an ass, but you're
serious?”
    “ I'm serious.
Look, I'm not an over reactor. This woman was dead. I didn't think
so at first, but afterward I realized she had to have been
dead. No doubt at all . I saw all that Un-Dead stuff on TV in the old world. I
didn't buy any of it at all. But this... This was different. I
actually saw this with my own two eyes.”
    Mike nodded, unsure what else to do or
say.
    Jeff nodded back. “I know how it sounds. But I
brought it up because maybe it will happen again. Sounds pretty
lame in the light of day, I know. But, well. It's something to
consider.” He stood from the rock. “I guess I better get in if I'm
going.” He nodded once more and then looked at Mike. “I'm not a
nut.”
    Mike sighed. “I know. That makes what you said
even more troubling.”
    Jeff nodded once more and then turned back to
the water. A second later, he walked off without another word,
leaving Mike alone and wondering.
    ~
    The evening meal was one of the best Mike could
remember in a long time. Venison, beef, asparagus, rice and
biscuits.
    “ How did you manage to make rice,
or real biscuits,” Patty asked Jan.
    “ Really,” Kate chimed
in.
    “ Bisquick, and a really big pot,”
Janet Dove said.
    “ Bisquick, duh ,” Kate said looking at Patty.
    “ Where did you find all these huge
pots though, Janet?” Kate asked.
    “ The restaurant, Katie,” Janet
said.
    “ And the Bisquick. We didn't even
think of Bisquick,” Patty said.
    “ Oh, they have cases of the stuff
over to the little store,” Janet said. “And flour too. You know,
their store room is all concrete block. No rats like those others.
I thought you knew,” She said.
    “ Nope,” Kate said, “You're the
best, Jan. This is really good.”
    “ Absolutely,” said
Patty.
    “ You bet.”
    “ Best I ever had.” And many other
similar compliments flooded the air. Janet Dove flushed but
continued to smile. “Thank you,” she said, “Thank you.”
    ~
    After dinner, several of the people in the camp
helped to do the dishes and clean up, including some of the
visitors. The evening was warm, and everyone sat around one of the
larger fires drinking coffee and talking low, watching the light
fade from the day.
    ~Across The field~
    She came awake in the dark. The boy pressed
tightly against her side, his cold seeping into her own.
    At first her vision had suffered horribly, but
as time wore on, it had changed. Her eyes had changed. She knew
that because she had seen them reflected in a shop window a few
miles back as she had been traveling alone. Before the
boy.
    The glass had been reflecting only the
yellow-blue of the moon until she had stepped in front of it and
then it had scared her so badly she had nearly run screaming at
what she saw. What does the monster see when it looks in the
mirror?
    At that time she had still remembered who she
had once been, had an idea of what she looked like stored in her
head. When she stepped in front of the Moon-shiny glass, that
picture flew away.
    She had stopped, her knees
buckling at the sudden urge to reverse and run away. She had
actually taken two scrambling steps backward before she realized
the thing in the glass - the
Monster that has seemed about to pounce
upon her - was nothing more than a reflection of her own radically
changed self.
    Her body had been reduced to skin and bone. The
skin had stretched tight, illuminating the bones beneath it.
Causing ridges and valleys where she had never seen any.
    Her skin had peeled away from her face in a few
places, and the bone showed through