ambulance where her daughter was curled up in a cot, sleeping. She touched her forehead with the back of her hand and sighed with relief to find it still felt cool to the touch. For days Allie had been burning up while her body struggled against the virus that had invaded her body.
“Hi, mom,” whispered Allie, her blue eyes fluttering open. “I thought I was dreaming that you’d found me. But you really did…”
“Yes, sweetie,” she said, planting a kiss on her forehead. “I’m really here. How are you feeling?”
Allie sat up. “I’m okay, maybe a little hungry.”
“We’ll scout around for some food real soon. I’m getting hungry myself.”
“Okay. Um…where’s dad and Cassie?”
She smiled sadly. “Tell you the truth, I’m not really sure. We’re trying to find them.”
You know…I had these strange dreams about Cassie. She was sick but we were together and she made me feel so safe. I hope she’s safe, right now.”
Kris blinked back tears. “Me too, honey.”
“Hey, you’d better come up here,” hollered Carly.
She rushed to the front of the vehicle and gasped at the scene across the street. A man was being dragged towards an army truck by two military soldiers. His face was battered and his dark hair was messed up, but she’d have recognized him anywhere. As the soldiers drew closer to the truck the prisoner came to life and made a last ditch effort to escape. Unfortunately they stopped him and then began hitting him violently with their fists.
“What in the hell is wrong with those men?” gasped Carly. ‘Nobody deserves to get treated like that!”
“Oh my God,” choked Kris, grabbing on to the door handle. “We have to do something before they kill him!”
Then, something happened that neither of them had expected; the rescue team arrived. Only this rescue team would have preferred to kill all three men and snack on their brains in between.
Carly and Kris watched in horror as a crowd of zombies stumbled towards the unsuspecting soldiers, who were still too busy beating their prisoner senseless to notice their arrival. The sickening smiles on the soldiers matched those of the zombies, until they became victims themselves. As the soldiers started fighting back the prisoner stood up and miraculously, began running.
“Follow him!” yelled Kris.
Chapter Ten
“Good thing your brother Walt boarded this shit-hole up, Belinda,” said a tall guy with muscles the size of cantaloupes protruding from his Harley Davidson tank.
“Yeah and good thing the dumb fuck’s wife got her flu shot,” chuckled a raspy bleached blonde woman. She wore a Metallica tank top, a miniscule leather skirt, and tall black boots. She looked like a heavy metal groupie from the eighties; one that hadn’t aged well. “Otherwise,” she said, “I’d have had to kick his ass out of here myself.”
“I’m sorry you missed out on that,” said the big guy as he came up behind her and put an arm around her waist. “But I’m sure what his zombie wife did him in just fine.”
She nodded. “She did many guys fine, I’ve heard.”
“Wow,” snorted a short greasy haired guy who was swigging out of a bottle of vodka like it was water. “You must have really hated your bro and his wife.”
“Walter? Yeah but only after he stopped looking out for his little sister. You never turn your back on family. Never,” she muttered, stepping away from Charlie. She lit up cigarette and inhaled.
Charlie crossed his arms across his chest. “Hon, I thought you said you were the older sister.”
“Well, you were wrong,” snapped Belinda, through a cloud of smoke. “He was forty five and I’m only… twenty-nine.”
Even Charlie was smart enough not to crack a smile at that one. The truth of the matter was the skinny woman looked like she was closer to fifty with all of the scowl lines on her face. Her skinny drawn-in eyebrows, hot pink lips, and dark roots didn’t help her looks