Blog of the Dead (Book 3): Lost by Lisa Richardson Read Free Book Online

over Elaine’s, halting her. ‘I don’t think that’s a great idea, do you?’ he said, staring into her eyes.
    ‘It’s called utilising every opportunity,’ said Elaine.
    ‘It’s called being a fucking idiot,’ I said. I could see that the racket Elaine had made had already attracted a few zombies. I watched as around ten weaved their way through the abandoned cars ahead of us. ‘We’re just going to have to leave the rest of this stuff and get out of here now,’ I said nodding to the remaining canned goods. I guess we should have put them into carrier bags for easier transporting instead of straight into the trolley. Hindsight and all that.
    ‘I have a quota to fill,’ said Elaine. She pulled her hand from Misfit’s and dropped the can into the trolley before darting off towards the first of the zombies that staggered out from the parked cars and into the road between us and them. She hollered as she went; a call out for any nearby zombies. I could see more zombies responding to her as increasing numbers began staggering towards us from all directions.
    ‘Clay, grab her and drag her back here. Bash her on the head if you have to. We have to get out of here now!’ I said as me and Misfit threw a few more cans into the boot.
    ‘I can’t do that. She’s a woman.’
    ‘Gah,’ I said and I shoved past Clay, heading for Elaine.
    Misfit grabbed my arm and pulled me back. ‘Let’s leave her. She’s nuts. She’ll get us killed.’
    ‘I can’t,’ I said and I pulled away from him.
    Elaine had stabbed the first few zombies before I reached her, and by the time Misfit and Clay joined us, a sizable crowd was closing in. Around six had emerged from the store and more were coming from the left and right of the road, cutting us off from the Mazda. I stabbed and sliced the ones near me, all the time cursing our new friend and my complete inability not to help people. Clay cut his way through the crowd with his spiked boxing gloves, while Misfit’s blade darted in and out of brains like a piston.
    I could see Elaine had got herself surrounded. So , who has the skills now ? I thought, rather pettily as I dealt with the zombies around me with speed and accuracy. But then I saw something I never thought I’d see. Elaine launched herself at the nearest lamp post and with her hands spaced wide apart, she lifted her body so her legs stuck out sideways and she swung herself around the pole, kicking out at zombie heads with her spiked heels. She lowered her feet to the ground and, still holding onto the pole she flicked her entire body over 180 degrees, spiking two zombies with the one smooth move.
    Most of the zombies closest to us had been slain, so me and the two guys were able to stand and watch Elaine swing herself up and around the pole, taking out the last of the zombies around her with her spiked heels. It was a strange and uncomfortable experience, like watching your mum dirty dancing and realising with a queasy horror that she’s actually good at it. Better than you would be if you ever had a go – but of course you never would, not over anyone’s dead body.
    After we got back to the Oast house – having dropped Elaine off at the post office on the way – me, Misfit and Clay told Charlotte what had happened at the supermarket, about Elaine’s weird behaviour and her apparent death wish and passive-aggressive streak. I left Charlotte – who was trying to understand why Elaine would act that way, desperate to find the good in her – to help the other two unload the car while I headed up to check on Kay.
    Kay looked pale but she was sat up in bed cleaning her axe with an old t-shirt. She glanced up at me when I entered the room and lay her axe across her lap.
    ‘How you doing?’ I asked her.
    ‘Alright.’
    ‘You look a lot better. We thought–’
    ‘That I was a gonna,’ Kay finished. ‘I know. I’ve had it all from Charlotte.’
    ‘OK. I guess a lot happened and you forgot to take your