Dying Days 5 by Armand Rosamilia Read Free Book Online

food, no shelter, and no protection from the zombies on the outside. Especially the other smart ones. We’ve been slowly building our safe haven, expanding one street at a time as more people come, and organizing our weapons and supplies.”
    “He lets you have weapons?” Darlene asked. She figured she’d get as much information out of the girl as she could before she left. Darlene was also enjoying the company, too. She’d been feeling like a caged rat but at least talking with another person, and another female, she could relax for a few minutes. “I’m surprised no one has shot him between the eyes yet.”
    “Why would we? Without him, we’d be overrun in days. I’ve been up at night, sitting on the roof of one of the bars, when he leaves The Ocean Center. Every night when it gets dark he roams the streets outside of the compound. By morning you can see dozens of zombie bodies ripped apart and, if he can find survivors, he brings them and we let them join us.”
    Darlene wondered to what end the zombie was doing it, but decided not to push her luck and piss off the girl. She was obviously blinded by The Lich Lord and what he was doing for them. Taylor was awestruck and the zombie was like a rock star to her. “Has he said anything about me being free to go once I heal?”
    “No. He doesn’t tell me things like that. I just help out you and all the other sick people. I think once you get better Jeff will be coming for you,” Taylor said and made a face. “He’s really a jerk and no one likes him but The Lich Lord says he has a place in the new world. He’s the guy who gets his hands dirty so the rest of us don’t have to.”
    Darlene knew at some point she’d need to deal with Jeff. She stood slowly and stretched. She felt stiff but better. Her body was sore and she felt really weak.
    “You said The Lich Lord needs us,” Darlene said, trying to ignore the problems she was having. A dull pain coursed up her sides and she sat back down.
    “He does. It sounds stupid but I think we give him purpose. He used to be one of us. I think he misses being human at times. Vee says he is growing and expanding his mind but trying to stay grounded. He can’t walk in sunlight anymore for some reason. But he has all these weird skills. He can read your mind. I’ve seen him leap off a five story building and land on his feet. The Lich Lord can sense things, too. Where zombies are and where food and supplies are hidden. But sometimes… he just wants to sit and talk about music. Isn’t that weird? He saw my Avenged Sevenfold concert shirt and had me tell him all about them.” Taylor frowned when Darlene gasped in pain. “Are you alright?”
    Darlene could only shake her head as a wave of nausea came over her. She struggled to lie back down in the bed, her sides feeling like they’d burst.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Eight
     
     
    The tents were just where The Lich Lord said they’d be: hidden behind the Olive Garden near the Daytona Airport. He counted sixteen tents and twice as many people, all moving around like ants from this distance.
    Jeff watched through the scope of his rifle from the fence line of the airport. They’d come in through one of the remote gates and parked their Harleys so they wouldn’t be heard. There were a few zombies wandering around the airstrip but a few well-placed blades in the head and they went down without too much trouble.
    “What do you think?” the young guy to his left asked.
    Jeff turned to him. He didn’t know his name and didn’t care. He was maybe twenty, long dirty hair and the start of a beard he’d never get a chance to finish. This guy was one of the newer recruits and he was nothing more than a human shield to Jeff. He was wearing a bright red shirt, even though he’d been told to change. “You like Star Trek , newbie?”
    “The