The Beginning of the End (Book2): Road to Damnation by Sean Kidd Read Free Book Online Page A

out to
be my lucky day. First, I found my mom. Then after being caught by
Kane, I escaped the clutches of death, and now the zombie filled
world was zombie-less, at least for the time being. I couldn’t help
but smile, even if the smell was turning my stomach.
    This meat aisle was a
waste of my time, I would not be foraging any maggot-infested
abominations.
    I moved over a few
aisles and stuffed my carts full with non-perishables. I took
everything from cereal and chocolate bars to instant potatoes and
beans. In less than five minutes I had filled six carts. I realized
using my arms to scoop the food forward and let it fall into the cart
was the most efficient way of loading.
    Now the problem was
getting the carts to the exit. What I didn’t realize was how heavy
a cart full of more than two hundred cans of beans, soup, and
vegetables was. I could only take two carts at a time, and that was a
struggle with the weight. I’d have to make a few trips. It took
about three minutes to get two carts to the exit, and another minute
to get back to the loaded carts. If my math was right, I was going to
be a little late. Not a problem, I’d have Cowboy load the food into
the jeep while I got the last two carts.
    On the second trip, I
saw Cowboy pulling up. He was right on time. It took me by surprise
when he put the jeep in reverse and jumped the curb backwards coming
to a sliding stop. It’s not every day you see a vehicle come so
close to driving through the glass door of Target.
    I went outside and
opened the jeep hatchback, amazed by the amount of ammo. The cargo
area of the jeep was lined with green ammo boxes each one labeled in
yellow stencil with the corresponding caliber. The backseat had some
rifles, but not as many as I had expected. There were a few hunting
rifles and a shotgun.
    “Great job with the
ammo, but where are all the guns?”
    “Sorry, hoss. Those
things were locked up tighter than a cucumber in a woman’s prison.”
    I didn’t have time to
laugh. Well, maybe I did a little. “Here comes Luther,” I said
hearing a squeaky cart racing up from behind me, “you guys load the
supplies up, I’m gonna head back and grab the last two carts of
food.”
    “I don’t think
there’s gonna be enough room, hoss.”
    “Pack it in as tight
as you can. If it doesn’t fit, then I guess Luther will have to
ride on the roof.”
    I left Luther and
Cowboy to load up the carts. We needed to get out of here before our
luck ran out. I turned the corner and the last two carts were in
sight just as I had left them.
    I reached for the first
cart when I felt something twisting the top of my ear.
    “Ouch!” I screamed.
    Whatever had my ear,
pulled so hard it spun me around, taking my feet out from under me,
putting me on my ass. I landed hard enough to roll backwards slamming
my head off the second cart.
    “Double ouch!”
    My luck had run out.
Above me, a dead woman was toppling onto me. I reached for my Glock,
but I couldn’t get it out of the holster fast enough. I raised my
arm up, trying to protect my face, but she still tried to take a bite
out of my wrist. Using my other arm, I latched onto her neck and
tried pushing her mouth away. She was relentless, she kept coming
toward me, and I was having a tough time holding her off. If I got
out of this I’d have to start doing some push-ups. Pushing zombies
off my body was becoming a habit.
    I screamed for help and
prayed the boys weren’t too far away to hear me because this zombie
girl was kicking my ass. No matter what I tried I couldn’t get a
free hand to grab my weapon.
    Less than a minute
passed and my arms were already giving out. I screamed as loud as I
could, but no one came. Beads of sweat were rolling off my forehead,
stinging my eyes. The hypnotic blue swirling eyes took away the fear
and gave me a sense of peace. I looked deep into her beautiful eyes
as she neared for the bite. I had nothing left and felt my weakened
body giving up the fight. Her nose