Don't Dare Call Them Zombies : Books 1-4 by Zachary Stone Read Free Book Online

front entrance of the store.” I said. “Whoever makes the run to the coach needs to hurry. They won’t have much time.”
    “What are you going to do?” the gunman asked me.
    “I’m using your gun to help distract them,” I said.
    “Here, take these. They’re the last I have.” He handed me three more cartridges for the revolver.
    I completely loaded the revolver and put the single, spare cartridge in my left pocket.
    “Is everyone ready inside?” Mr. Humphries asked.
    “Those who are leaving are. A few of us are going to stay and go up on the roof if the freaks manage to break inside.” I said.
    “That’s stupid, Hank,” he said. “We all have to get out of here!”
    “Where do you think you’ll find a safer location?” I asked him.
    “Don’t you realize that the whole city, the whole freaking world, is like this? This infection is everywhere, and you have no guarantee of finding any place safer than this store,” I reminded him.
    “We’re going to have to take our chances,” he replied.
    “Are we going to do this or not?” Moon asked. “We need to get started!”
    “Okay,” said Mr. Humphries, “Let’s go.”
    Mr. Humphries and I rushed out of the cover of the dumpster and into the woods. My heart raced as thorns and branches sc ratched my exposed arms. The ground was still soggy from the torrential rains we had only days before this nightmare began; in places my feet were ankle deep in mud.
    I tried to keep a careful eye for any freaks wandering the woods, but the moonless night m ade it almost impossible. At any moment one of them could lunge out of the darkness without us having a moment’s warning.
    “I don’t want to be in the woods when we turn it on,” I whispered to Mr. Humphries. “It is just too dangerous. We cannot move fast th rough all of the branches and brush, and it’s too dark to see if one of those freaks is about to jump out at us. I don’t want to be crawling through here with a dozen freaks after me.”
    “Where are you going to be then?” he asked.
    “When you turn on the music I’ll go out into the open and try to attract some attention. I’ll try and get to my truck and then follow the coach to the back of the store.”
    “You can do what you want, but I’m not going to expose myself to those freaks. These woods may be thick, but they also provide cover,” Mr. Humphries said.
    I made my way to the edge of the woods. I could no longer see Mr. Humphries behind me, but I could see the freaks walking about the parking lot. It was also clear that they had begun to break lose some of the boards that secured the front of the store. It would only be a matter of time until they were inside.
    Suddenly, Christmas music started to echo through the night air. I was expecting maybe some country music or rock and roll, but not Frosty the Snowman.
    I rushed out of the woods.
    “Over here you freaks!” I screamed.
    I waved my arms wildly to get their attention. Almost immediately, dozens of undead zombies were coming my way. Thankfully, they were only able to walk, not run.
    At least they were slow zombies; I always hated the fast ones I had seen in movies where almost everyone died. I was determined to live.
    I saw a path to my truck which was mostly free of the freaks, and I took off running at high speed, adrenalin filling my body. About halfway to my vehicle I encountered a female freak. The sight of her menacing, snarling face brought me to a dead stop.
    Although it was possible I could have run around her, I needed to make some more noise, so I pointed the revolver at her head and fired.
    The sound of the blast rang in my ears. I should have gotten some earplugs off the shelf, but I hadn’t thought of that. With my hearing now temporarily impaired, I glanced down at the corpse. The bullet had literally almost blown her head apart. A large chunk of her forehead was now missing, as brain matter was sprayed on the ground behind her.
    I made it to my truck with