Infected: They Will Eat You!: A Story of Family Survival in a Zombie Apocalypse by Donel Gillies Read Free Book Online

food becomes scarce I guess I’ll lose weight. ” and “ If something happens we have space for you. ” I tried not to pay attention, it sounded like the same conversation with different people. Between calls I walked in and said “Be careful what you say about our supplies and what we’re doing.”
    “These are our friends and family.” she replied, “I wouldn’t’ say anything to just anyone. Besides, if someone needs help we’re supposed to help them.”
    “I know, but your friends may tell their friends who mention something to someone else and then there’s a mob at our door.” I said, “Don’t tell anyone. We’ll let who we want know if something happens.”
    “OK, you’re the boss.” she gave in.
    It was after four before we got started again. With the supplies mostly organized we started pulling the plywood out to measure and cut. Both Caleb and Jesse had learned to use the circular saw and table saw as well as how to measure and mark lumber. We would spend hours building things out of wood and metal. They were always experimenting and creating and building and repurposing. This was a time when we needed the skills they had developed over the past couple years.
    By dark we had all of the plywood cut and labeled for each door and window. In the morning we’d stock pile them around the house. If necessary we would be able to board up quickly.
    “Dinner’s ready.” Christine poked her head out the back door and announced.
    “Good, I’m starving !” said Jesse, “and I’m tired.”
    “Me too.” chimed in Caleb.
    “Me three.” I agreed, “Let’s pick up and go eat.”
    “I’m too tired.” whined Jesse.
    “We’re all tired. It won’t take long, we’ll shove the tools in the garage and put the wood under the shed.” I said, “Let’s go.”
    In less than ten minutes we were inside getting cleaned up. After dinner Caleb and Jesse took turns showering. Once they were done I went upstairs to clean up. It had been a tough couple days, physically and mentally. By the time I made it back downstairs the three were on the living room couch watching TV. They were so tired that it didn’t take but a few minutes for the boys to fall asleep snuggled on either side of Christine.
    “I’m tired, I’m going to bed.” I said as I entered the room.
    “Don’t you want to see if anything’s new?” Christine asked.
    “Is anything new?” I returned.
    “Well, it all seems familiar but that could be because it all just looks the same.” she answered, “I can’t tell if what they’re showing is from earlier or from now. Mostly it’s just these people talking about chemicals and who may have done this.”
    “It’s like seven hours or something later there than here so it looks like the video they are showing is from today.” I said, “And this all sounds like what I’ve been hearing all afternoon so I’m going to bed.”
    “They keep saying that much of Israel has little or no power and that communication with their reporters is sporadic.” she said, “Also there’s some type of fighting in Lebanon but not with Israel. They keep talking about Hezbollah and al-Qaeda clashing but reporters in countries around Israel are hiding because they are being killed. Oh honey, I think this may be it.”
    “OK, I’m going to bed.” I said, “Come on guys, let’s go to bed.”
    Caleb gave out a grown as I started to pick him up. He was too big for me to carry any more but me acting like I was going to pick him up usually got him walking on his own. Christine had gotten Jesse moving although it looked more like a sleepwalk than a conscious act. They staggered up the stairs and flopped on top of the “nests” they had made on our bedroom floor the previous night. They were already asleep.
    I lay down in bed and heard “Honey, I’m scared. This……..” the next thing I knew it was four thirteen in the morning.
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    It was dark and quiet, except