The Left Series (Book 6): Left On An Island by Christian Fletcher Read Free Book Online

raised his spear gun and waited until the zombie was around ten feet away from us. Smith aimed and released the trigger. The spear shot from the gun and whizzed through the water at an incredible speed I never thought possible below sea level.
    The spiked barb penetrated the undead man’s head with an overwhelming impact. The guy’s head rocked backwards and he immediately ceased his movement towards us. His body went completely limp, drifting up to the surface and his eyes rolled upwards, almost as though he was looking at the heavens above the sea. The spear was lodged firmly in his forehead and a plume of reddish brown blood drifted out through the wound into the sea.
    Smith took out another spear from his quiver and reloaded the gun. I turned my head in all directions, scanning the close proximity. In my experiences with the undead, they were like roaches. Where you’d find one, you normally uncovered a whole bunch of the bastards.
    I was proved right. I spotted the dilapidated hulk of a fishing boat or some kind of yacht nestled amongst the sea vegetation perched across the reef, some fifty yards from our position. The vessel must have taken the same route as us in the past and beached itself on the reef. Several more ragged figures drifted out from the boat and began making their way towards us. Maybe they had a sense of the smell of us or they could simply detect our movement in the water, I wasn’t sure.
    Smith floated alongside me and I knew he was also aware of the impending danger. I started to seriously wonder if the damn spear guns were going to be enough to hold off the dozen or so undead coming at us. We could have swum upward and tried to get back on the boat but we’d be chancing our luck in case the zombies caught up and started to bite away at us before we broke the surface.
    A large dark mass momentarily blocked out the sunlight and I glanced upward. I saw a huge silver backed shark turn in the water and bite the head off the undead man that Smith had previously shot with his spear gun. The remaining stump of the zombie’s neck seemed to erupt with blood, floating in all directions in spiraling veins.
    More large, man-eating fish emerged through the waters, obviously curious and motivated by the smell of blood.
    Smith and I now had two problems to contend with. A bunch of man-eating sharks and a horde of man-eating zombies.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Eight
     
    I tapped Smith on the shoulder and pointed up at the sharks circling above us. One of the huge fish took the headless zombie’s corpse between its teeth and shook it like a rag doll. More blood and bodily fluids seeped out of the torso, turning the sea around it into a light pink cloud. Smith nodded and pointed at his spear gun. He made a fork sign with his fingers towards his mask and then pointed at the approaching undead. Obviously, he was more concerned with zombies than sharks. For the moment, anyhow.
    My air intake increased. The gurgling noise from my mouthpiece worked overtime and a rapid succession of air bubbles fizzed around me and rose swiftly to the surface. I tried to stay as calm as I could but I knew the sharks now had the taste for blood. They were on the look-out for more food. We couldn’t allow the undead to draw too close, not only did they pose their own threat but the sharks would also pick up on their rotting scent and go into a feeding frenzy, biting into anything that moved, including us.
    Smith aimed and fired another spear shot at the leading zombie, a gray faced man who was clad in nothing more than a pair of faded red shorts. The spear zipped through the side of his head and he briefly ceased moving through the water before floating upward slightly, with his arms flailing in the moving tide. A plume of blood drifted from the head wound, floating closer towards the pack of sharks.
    One of the huge fish turned in the water, flipping its