Even Zombie Killers Can Die by John Holmes, Alexandra Grey Read Free Book Online Page B

of the guys have been talking to your two we captured, and now they KNOW that things have to change.”
    I glanced around at the half dozen Guardsmen who were on the other side of the light. “What about them?”
    “Do you really think I would be stupid enough to go out on a patrol with people that weren’t loyal to me?”
 

Chapter 15
    We had left Danny and his patrol to make their way back to Grand Isle, and returned to where we had ditched our zodiac boat. As I worked with Red to set up the outboard motor, and Buswarry and Hart loaded our extra supplies, Brit talked with me.
    “Do you trust him? Believe his BS story?”
    “What makes you think it’s BS?”
    “Come on, Nick, I wasn’t born y esterday, and you get all teary-eyed around your old Army buddies. It’s like this big blind spot you run into.”
    Locking down the engine, I hooked up the gas line feed and then turned to her.
    “Look, Brit, all I want to do is get Doc and Ziv back.”
    She laughed at me. “Bullshit, Nick. I know you. Deep down inside, there is this little guy running around in a Captain America outfit, screaming to get let out. You WANT to rescue those civilians. Power -hungry jerks are like your archnemesis. I could draw a freaking comic strip about you.”
    Red chimed in. “Yeah, Kemosabe, maybe you’ll get your own action adventure series someday.”
    “Stupid racist Indian.”
    “Native American. Get it right, Paleface.”
    Hart looked at all of us like we were crazy. “Do you all always act like this?”
    Brit turned to her and yelled “Look out, it’s Jamie Lanister! The Kingslayer! Run, Lady Brianne!”
    “I to ld you to knock that shit off, Twerp.”
    “Yeah, Brit, lay off her.” Red flushed, but he stood up and squared off with Brit.
    “Wait. Oh m y God. Red, Lady Brianne, OH MY GOD I’MSOHAPPYFORYOU!” He took a swing at her and Brit ran away, laughing. “I’m going to give you a step stool as a wedding gift!”
    “I’m going to kill her” said Hart, but she was blushing , too.
    Right then, everything went to shit. Like it always does. We had gotten so wrapped up in the details of dealing with the Vermonters that we had forgotten about what the real war was, fighting zombies. We were reminded in a harsh way.
    It was a small horde, about thirty or so. Nothing we couldn’t have handled on a good day, but today was not a good day. McCross was on guard, but he was distracted by the conversation between Brit and Hart. The first zombie latched onto his leg as he stepped around a wrecked minivan, looking back towards us. It shouldn’t have happened. McCross was an experienced scout, had been on dozens of missions, and there was no reason for him to die, but he did. So did Captain Buswarry, trying to come to his rescue, charging directly into the horde.
    It was a mad house, and we wound up getti ng away by running full tilt in the opposite direction while the Zs scrabbled around McCross and Buswarry. They tore them apart, eating their intestines while they were alive, trying to rip open their heads to get at the brains. We didn’t even have time to kill them ourselves. Red had to drag Hart away, and she screamed as her friends died horribly.
    “RALLY AT THE END OF THE BRIDGE!” I yelled as we crossed over a set of train tracks being held out of the water by a causeway, maybe five feet off the water. I reached the end and spun, firing into the horde as fast as I could aim, barely missing the others as they ran past me. Red, who had been carrying the 240B while McCross walked point, flopped down beside me, extended the bipod legs and yelled, “FEED ME!” Brit crashed down beside him and started passing linked ammo into the gun. It started barking in short, controlled sweeps, arching through head height about fifty meters away, blowing holes through the zombies, catching some in their heads, knocking others down by severing limbs.
    Ahmed kneeled beside them, emptying the magazine of the Dragonov, one aimed round