Dead Life (Book 3) by D. Harrison Schleicher Read Free Book Online Page A

we could see the house.  There were dozens of zombies in the yard and the front door was open.  We could see Les' wife on the second story roof with their other daughter.  She had a long pole in her hands and was pushing zombies off the roof as they came out the window beside them.  They would tumble down the roof, fall into the yard, and either get back up and head back in or crawl to the door to try to make it back onto the roof.  We got out of the vehicles and stood surveying the situation.
                  “Rick, I want you to stay here with Connie and watch the road.”  Al said.  “Cindy, you and Gina  get shotguns and pistols and clear the zombies from outside.  Steve, you and Les come with me.  We'll clear the house and get them off the roof.  Rick, make sure the safety is off and try not to shoot yourself.”
                  I could hear Rick mumble something to himself but I don't think Al heard him.  I was pretty sure I heard “fuck off” in there somewhere.  Al fixed Les up with a 9mm.  I had my sword and two 9s on my waist.  Al had his pistol and carried a sawed off shotgun.  Al got Connie a shotgun and told her to wait at the truck with Rick.  We started for the house making as much noise as possible to draw the zombies to us and away from the house.  Al opened fire first. 
                  “Girls, go to the right.  Shoot any that come your way.  Steve, Les, we're going straight for the door.”  Al shouted.
                  It turned out Les was a pretty good shot.  He concentrated on the zombies to our left.  Al and I went straight at them.  Al was so fast, I was hardly able to get a shot off before he would drop the ones coming right at me.  Just as I got to the porch, a zombie fell to the ground right in front of me.  I shot it in the head and looked up to the roof.  Les' wife waved down to me and shrugged her shoulders.  There were several zombies trying to crawl onto the porch.  Having broken their legs falling from the roof, they still tried to get to the prize waiting inside.  I shot all five of them and went onto the porch.  The smell coming from the zombies was horrible.  Their rotted flesh was crawling with maggots.  Al and Les joined me on the porch and we started in.
                  “Les, go left.  Steve, take the right.”
                  Les went in to the left and I started to the right.  We both ejected our magazines and slapped in new ones.  The stairway was about ten feet in and right in front of us.  A zombie was crawling up the steps.  He was about half way up and blocking the progress of the five behind him.  One stepped on its back and started climbing over.  Al shot it in the head.  “No butting in line.”  He said.  The zombie fell back into the other four and they all tumbled down the steps.  Al walked up to the tangled bodies and shot them all.
                  “Steve, clear the ground floor.  Les, come with me.  We're going up.” 
                  Al climbed over the dead bodies lying at the base of the steps and started up.  He shot the one crawling on the stairs and climbed over.  Les was right behind him.  I looked around the room.  It looked to be clear.  There was a hallway after the stairs so I started down.  There was a door to my left and one on the right.  The door to the left was closed so I went to the one on the right.  It was a bedroom.  I eased my way in and looked around.  Someone was standing at the window looking out into the yard.  I cleared my throat to get his attention and the zombie looked back over his shoulder and growled at me.  Before he could turn to come at me, I shot him in the head.  Blood, bone, and brains splattered the wall behind it.
                  The rest of the room was clear so I went back into the hallway.  I opened the closed door and looked in.  It was the bathroom.