Dead Cold by Jr. Roddy R. Cross, Mr Roddy R Cross Jr Read Free Book Online

hair tickling his neck as she sobbed into his shoulder. Feeling Emily put more weight on him, Roland slid the both of them slowly to the floor until they were both sitting; Eve nuzzled up against Emily’s side with a soft whimper as the girl continued to sob.
     
    “ Emily, Emily, I need you to tell me what happened.” He lifted her away looking into her large blue eyes.
     
    Emily took a deep breath and steadied herself. “We were at the bar last night waiting for a cab when some crazy guy bit Jeff. Jeff managed to push him off and we drove home, I tried to bandage his arm but the bleeding wouldn’t stop and he refused to go to the hospital.” She stood up her eyes deliberately looking away from the corpse on the floor. “I thought he was just sleeping but then he stood up and his eyes were all yellow and he tried to attack me so I hid in the bathroom.”
     
    Roland wiped her cheeks and looked down realizing she was only wearing a pair of booty shorts and a tank top. “It’s over now Emily but I need you to get dressed, we have to go.”
     
    She nodded and went into the bedroom coming out five minutes later in jeans, a hoody, and leather jacket. Roland had moved the body; head and all into the kitchen and out of the hallway. Pulling the other Browning out of the duffel bag he handed it to Emily while explaining his theory on the creatures. Suddenly the biggest problem he’d had was solved, the bites, that was how there were so many dead people and how it was transmitted whatever it was. “We gotta go!” He said and all three of them rushed out the door.
     
    “ Wait, shouldn’t we take my truck.” Emily was more herself now, strong and smart.
     
    “ Actually we’re gonna take the Hummer down the street; that’s where we’re going now.” He was moving at a quick jog now.
     
    “ If you say so, what happened to your eye?” He knew she was skeptical of his plan; Emily was usually skeptical of anything Roland came up with.
     
    “ I may have rolled a Jeep, while not wearing my seatbelt, while carrying a knife in my lap. Anyways the eye is fine, face is another story.” Emily nodded at that not at all surprised.
     
    They reached the house with the Hummer and found the door locked. “I don’t have time for this.” Roland raised his right boot.
     
    The door came off its hinges and fell into the house with a large crash. A trail of blood led up short stairs to the first floor and Roland pulled out his Desert Eagle and flipped off the safety as he went up the stairs. Emily and Eve followed close behind as Roland made his way towards the bedroom following the trail of blood drops. He could smell her before he saw them, that smell of rotted flesh he was getting so used to.
     
    Eve bared her teeth and started growling as they reached the door. Roland pushed open the bedroom door and looked in. There were three people in the room; Crystal, a tall thin guy and a shorter girl who was a little bigger than the rest. Crystal was sitting on the floor against the wall, her skin a patchy grey and her eyes yellowed at the corners, the other girl was wrapping a bandage around Crystal’s hand and the guy was facing the door, Crystal’s Browning in his hand.
     
    “ Who the hell are you?” Assuming he was Crystal’s brother Roland figured a bad attitude ran in the family.
     
    “ His name is Roland, he found me downtown and brought me here to get you.” Crystal’s voice was weak and Eve started barking as soon as she spoke.
     
    Roland grabbed the dog by the collar and pulled her out of the room. “Crystal I have to tell you something, it’s the bites that turn you into one of them.”
     
    “ I kind of figured that.” She smiled sadly looking at her hand.
     
    “ You know what you’re going to become. What do you want to do about it?” Roland hefted the Eagle.
     
    “ Nothing! She’s not sick, there’s nothing wrong with her! You put that away!” Her brother had moved between them and was aiming