Dead Sector: Miami: The James' Strain by Drake Romero Read Free Book Online Page B

touch Tom on the shoulder and ask “what is it, Tom?” Tom turns and grabs my head. He pushes toward me with all his force and I fall backwards.  I had the sword in my hand when we fall, and it has impaled Tom.  Despite this, he is trying to bite me. He snaps rapidly, over and over again, at my face and neck.  His eyes are still his, but they have lost anything that made him “Tom.”  Katrina hits him with the golf club, but it breaks and he barely moves.  The only thing keeping him from getting me is the sword, but he is sliding down the blade getting close to me.  I see Katrina pull out the gun.
     
    “No, you will call the zombies,” I say.
     
    “We don’t have a choice,” she says. In that moment, despite what she has done to show me she can be calculating when it comes to survival, she said “we.” She cannot imagine just leaving me, and I love her for it. She pushes the gun directly against Tom’s temple and blows his brains onto the floor next to us. He immediately becomes lifeless and she helps me push him off of me. 
     
    “I guess we are even,” I say.
     
    “No, I still owe you one,” she says. She grabs me and presses her lips against mine. “Don’t die, okay?” she says. I look at the front and the zombies are making their way towards the building. There are probably forty of them by now.
     
    We run down the hallway Tom had originally pointed us too and find an exit door.  We open it and I tell her to wait.
     
    “What, why?”
     
    “We need to use the same trick as upstairs, get them all coming at us so there is more room out there.”
     
    “Okay.”
     
    We wait until the zombies are 15 feet away and go through the door. I close it behind us.

Chapter 8
    From House to House
    There are no zombies in the alley.  In the first stroke of good luck since we made it into the building, the alley is actually completely open. It will take us maybe twenty seconds to get into the other building. Katrina begins to run that way, and I grab her wrist.
     
    “I am not sure about this.”
     
    “We don’t have time for a debate, we do this now.”
     
    “Listen, please. Biscayne Bay is two blocks that way. I can see it from here and the way is clear. We could be there in less than two minutes if we sprint.  If we go in this building, maybe we will be safe for a time. But I have been thinking about my conversation with Sarah. She spent the entire first night running from house to house. As the zombies got into one house, they would run to the next.  If we go in that building, that will be us. Eventually, the zombies will get in. Eventually, the food will run out. And what happens if when that happens, the way is not clear?”
     
    “What about the guy in the building?”
     
    “That guy is not ‘you,’ and that is who I care about now. We have no idea what is happening in there. We know the way is clear to the Bay.  I believe we will be able to find a boat. Sail boats are always just anchored out there.  We will have to swim, but I doubt the zombies are able to swim. The water should be safe. A boat gets us out of Florida, and I think Florida is gone.”
     
    “Okay.” She smiles. We sprint towards the Bay. I have only run that fast one other time in my entire life-the day I saved Katrina. As we run by the opening to the building, the zombies begin heading our way. They begin coming out of all the buildings they have breached. They come from the side streets as well.  But they amble and will not be able to catch us. We make it to the Bay and I spot the boat we need instantly. It is a green and white sail boat. It even has a little motor on the back for when the wind is not cooperating-if we can find the key, that is. 
     
    “That one,” I say pointing. Katrina jumps into the water before me and begins swimming. I turn around and see the entire street covered with zombies. They are still hundreds of feet away, but I do not wait. Holding onto my sword, and it is my sword now, I