Dead: Winter by TW Brown Read Free Book Online

morrow at just before sunrise we will be going house to house to confiscate all supplies such as food and even half-used toot h paste tubes. Cap says that he wants everything under lock and key by nightfall.”
    “How does he figure we can get that big of a job done in so short of a time?”
    “Because everybody is going to be placed in the detention facility until we are finished.”
    Jody stopped the inventory of his pack and turned to face his fellow soldier. “Sounds a little Red Dawn -esque if you ask me.”
    “Maybe so,” Danny agreed, “but most of the company seems to think it is a good idea. The fellas are tired of busting their asses for a bunch of ungrateful folks who are starting to treat us worse than the rag heads did over in Iraq.”
    Jody closed up his pack and slung it over his shoulder. He grabbed his weapon and headed to the patrol’s muster area. A cold rain was just beginning to fall. To Jody, this seemed too much like an omen to ignore.
     

The B est L aid P lans of a Geek…
     
     
    Kevin poked his head around the corner. Up the street he saw four more zombies. Each was busy pawing at a door or window of an equal number of houses that lined the litter-strewn, tree-lined road. He didn’t like it; the road itself that is. It was cast in shadows even though the venerable oaks that stretched their limbs across it to form a natural archway had lost all their leaves weeks ago.
    “I can’t hold it much longer,” Aleah whispered in his ear.
    “You wanna go right here?” Kevin hissed. “I don’t know if I’d feel comfortable taking a leak here…and it is much less of an ordeal for me than it is for you.”
    “More proof that God was a man and wanted to stack the deck against women early on,” Aleah groused. Kevin had to bite back a chuckle.
    “If we stay behind that fallen truck, we should remain out of their line of sight.”
    “And which house are we making a run for?” Aleah peeked past Kevin.
    “The brick one with the tall columns along the front porch.”
    “Why not the dark brown one with the motorcycle crashed in the fountain?”
    “The one with the columns has a car parked in the driveway. The door in back is open and I can see a car seat,” Kevin explained patiently what was, to him at least, so obvious. “A car seat means that we have a better chance at scoring baby stuff.”
    Aleah had to tell herself to shut her mouth. How in the hell did he pull this stuff out of the air? she wondered. Time after time he came up with things that absolutely amazed her. And not just her…the others commented on it frequently; even Peter who had been making it a point to get in a pissing contest with Kevin seemingly every day.
    Kevin shifted his body enough to free his machete from its sheath. He didn’t need to say a word, Aleah knew the drill. She drew her own iron spike-tipped axe handle (Kevin had shown her the disadvantages of an axe…namely the head of the axe tended to get lodged in a skull) and watched his head bob. One…two…three…
    And he was up and scurrying to the rear of the large truck that would be their cover for the first half of their run to the house they intended to scavenge for supplies. Aleah followed, hating how the adrenaline rush of the situation aggravated her need to pee in the worst way. Coming up behind Kevin, she could hear the closest zombie now. His hands were clawing at the wooden door. She was willing to bet that the creature had lost most of the flesh from its fingertips. She could hear that deeper sounding scratches that came when bone clawed at wood. Funny the new skills a girl picked up in the apocalypse , she mused.
    Kevin bobbed his head three times and took off again. This time he was crouched low and trying to stay close to the trees that lined the road. She followed as fast as she dared while still managing to hold her bladder. It was that terrible need to relieve herself that probably made her miss seeing the rusted tin can. Of course, in