Knight Terrors: A Zombie Apocalypse Survival Tale by Stephen J. Beard Read Free Book Online Page A

“What happens to us?” he asked.
         “We’ll get you some supplies and get you home,” I replied.
         “Can’t we come with you?” asked Nancy.
         “I’m sorry Nancy, we are overcrowded at our place as it is.  But, we’ll help you as best we can.”
         I smiled at her but when we pulled up to the Teeter my heart sank.  The doors were broken open and there was stuff strewn about outside.  There weren’t many zombies outside.  But, the open doors meant two things:  we couldn’t use our normal method of clearing the building and we probably weren’t gonna find much anyway.
         “Okay, let’s get the ones outside first.  Ken, Nancy, stay close and let us do this.  We can’t use firearms.”
         There were only seven or eight zombies outside in the parking lot and we quicky took care of them.  After recovering the bolts we all met at the the door.
         “Ken, Nancy, remember to stay close.  We have headlamps and it’s going to be dark..  I’ll give each of you a flashlight, but remember, no shooting,” I said.
         “What’s that smell?” asked John.
         “Rotting meat and produce, I think.  It’ll be worse inside.”
         “I think I’m gonna be sick,” said Mike.
         “Well, do it quietly.  When we get inside we need to block the entrance so nothing sneaks up on us.  Maye some carts.”
         Inside, we only found two zombies.  Christ, they’re really terrifying in the dark.
         What we didn’t find was a store full of supplies. It looked like the aftermath of a hurricane rush only it smelled worse.  The water was gone.  So were things like batteries and flashlights.  We got carts and took what we could.  There was plenty of Gatorade and soda.  We got some canned goods and some peanut butter.  It would be enough for Ken and Nancy for awhile.  Outside there were about 20 bundles of firewood stacked up and we loaded them too.
         “Now what?” asked Ken.
         “Now, I think we get you home safely and get this stuff unloaded,” I said.
         Ken looked over at Nancy and suddenly they had their guns out.
         Damn, I knew I didn’t want them to join our group, but I didn’t see this coming.
         “All the help we’ve given you and this is how you repay us?” asked Lois.
         “Shut up, where are the keys?”
         “In the ignition,” I replied.
         “Okay, everybody slowly take your weapons off and put them on the ground,” Ken directed.
         “You just gonna leave us here defensless?” asked John.
         “No, he’s not,” I said.
         “I will shoot you, Mr Knight.”
         “No, you won’t Ken.  You’re a scumbag alright, but you’re no killer.  On the other hand, I’ve killed seven living people in the last three weeks.  One of them killed my friend Michael who was Mike’s father and Lois here’s husband.  That one begged for his life while I shot him in the face.  The last one I set on fire.  I’m a killer, Ken.  Not you.”
         With that, I reached out and grabbed his gun with my left hand while stepping up and punching him in the face.  He went down hard.  I drew my Glock and pointed it at Nancy.
         “Drop it or die.”
         She dropped it and fell to her knees.
         “Don’t shoot.  Oh, God, don’t shoot.  I told him we didn’t have to do this.  I’m sorry.”
         She crawled over to Ken who was out cold.  Nancy put his head on her lap and began to cry.
         “Mike, check them for weapons.”
         They each had a handgun but only a few rounds left.  Their packs were full of crap from the convenience store.
         “Get rid of that crap and fill both their packs with good stuff, something that’ll last,” I told John.  “Unload their guns and put them in their packs, too.”
         I got a box of ammo and put it in Nancy’s pack.
         “I