Hamsikker 2 by Russ Watts Read Free Book Online

now, somewhere inside the clubhouse, but for how long? He looked south at the fallen TV tower. The earth had softened with the rain and caused it to fall right on top of the fence. A stretch had come down, about twenty feet of it, and he could see the zombies coming through. There was nothing to stop them, no barrier at all, and he managed to count a dozen before they reached the workshop. So they had been there all along, packed up against the wall, just waiting for an opportunity to get in.
    Javier opened the door, and reached down to the pile of weapons he had left on the floor.
    “Terry, take these,” said Javier, thrusting a couple of guns at him.
    “I’ll take Erik’s Glock and give it to him,” said Jonas picking it up. He trusted Erik to come help, and wanted him to use a gun he was familiar with.
    “I’ll leave the door open in case we need more.” Javier pointed out the rows of shovels and hand tools as he stuffed ammo into his pocket. “If things don’t work out, we’re gonna need to get to the white van and the SUV parked out back. I loaded them up in case of an emergency with food, water, and weapons. There’s a hammer, a nail gun, even a hand-held chainsaw. All sorts of stuff we can use.”
    “Don’t even think about it,” said Terry. “We are not losing this place. We only just got here, for Christ’s sake.”
    Jonas picked up his axe. It was still bloody, but when he felt the weight of it in his hand, he knew it was all he needed. He wasn’t a very good shot with a gun, but he never missed with the axe in his hands. The head was strong and sharp, and the blade never seemed to dull despite the numerous skulls it had crushed. As he took it, he relished the feel of it, enjoying the coarseness of the helve. He ran his fingers across the smooth oak from which it had been fashioned, and he felt stronger immediately. He could do this. They could do this together, and beat them back. The zombies stood no chance.
    “Runner!” shouted Terry.
    A gunshot rang out, and Terry took the first one down before it reached them.
    “Follow me,” shouted Javier. He led them back to the clubhouse, and positioned himself beside a water barrel. He told Jonas and Terry to line up beside him underneath the back porch where they had shelter from the rain. Javier began shooting with Terry, trying to take down the front of the pack. Runners came splintering away from the group, but they were hard to pick off as they ran in a zigzag, bumbling their way through the horde.
    Through the rain and the bullets Javier picked his targets carefully. He didn’t want to get caught in the crossfire, and ducked under a tall elm, ready to take down any runners that evaded the gunfire.
    “There’re a lot of zombies coming through that gap in the fence,” shouted Terry over the gunfire. “Mostly stumblers, but we can’t let them keep coming.” Terry continued firing at the faster ones. As Terry shot at the dead, he could tell that they were only just managing to stay on top of them. All the time, he could see more and more zombies piling in where the fence was down. Gabe was a good shot, but the numbers were not in their favor.
    “Shit!” Jonas yelled as the first of the stumblers reached him. A woman appeared almost from nowhere. The rain was blinding, and as if emerging from a waterfall, the woman reached out for him.
    Jonas gritted his teeth and sunk his axe into the woman’s neck. He sidestepped to the left, and let the woman fall to the ground where he hit her again, smashing in her skull. Another figure emerged from the rain, a dead body ambling toward him menacingly. Whether it was male or female he couldn’t tell, and he didn’t wait to find out. He swung the axe sharply across the figure’s face, and the skull split apart instantly as the axe wrenched the person’s head from the body. The exposed bone was shiny and white, and Jonas watched as the zombie staggered forward before dropping to its knees. Rainwater