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

tail and kind of waggling its head from side to side. The shark moved closer to the second dead man, turned on its side slightly and bit into the side of the torso, gripping, then biting again twice in quick succession.
    Although the scene was shit-your-pants scary, it was also awesome to watch these huge predators of the sea in action.
    The shark’s unrelenting attack severed both the corpse’s legs and the body parts drifted downwards towards the seabed, producing wisps of rising blood as they sank.
    The undead fanned out slightly across the water, making it more difficult to keep track of them. The sharks separated from their close knit pack, darting away in different directions to investigate the vicinity.
    The situation was rapidly heading out of control with zombies and killer sharks looming in all directions. We couldn’t make it back to the boat now. The sharks would be on us before we made it halfway up. I glanced skyward and saw the black bottom of the sea boat shimmering on the surface to the right. I estimated we were somewhere around thirty yards away from the boat. Not far in the grand scheme of things but too far with the dilemmas we faced.
    Adding to our problems, shooting the zombies with the spear guns posed its own setback. Although the barbed weapons stopped the undead in their tracks, the process created a torrent of blood through the sea, attracting more sharks to our location. It didn’t seem to bother the man-eaters that the undead flesh was rotten; in fact they seemed to be enjoying the taste.
    I spotted a zombie, a female in the remnants of a bright blue bikini approaching us, clawing her way across the surface of the reef. I aimed the spear gun, never having fired an underwater weapon before and released the trigger. The thing had a kickback like a normal firearm and my aim was suspect at best.
    The spear zipped through the sea and hit the undead woman, sending her reeling back and upwards. However, the shot was not good enough for a kill, as the spear had lodged into the center of her throat. Blood seeped from the wound but the injury didn’t stop the undead woman from attempting to thrash her way through the water towards us. Her face was clearer now, a decaying gray mask of horror, white pupils wide and yellow teeth gnashing, her auburn hair billowing around her head.
    I reached around to my quiver of spare ammunition and took out a replacement spear. I tried to reload but had difficulty in jamming the spear back into the readied position. The mechanism seemed cumbersome and hard to cock. I had little time to figure out the reloading method and felt panic spreading within me. An unloaded gun was as useless as a rolled up newspaper under the sea. Smith had given me a crash course in using the diving equipment but nobody had thought to give me a rundown on how a damn spear gun worked.
    A smaller shark, with slightly mottled skin below the dorsal fin, zoomed seemingly out of nowhere and grabbed the undead woman between its teeth. It took the zombie back across the reef, leaving a trail of rising blood in its wake. The shark tuned back out to sea and I lost sight of it in the shimmering depths.
    I sincerely hoped Smith had some kind of plan. I was totally out of my zone and to coin a phrase – like a fish out of water.
    In my haste to reload the spear gun, I somehow managed to stab myself in my left hand with the barbed point. The spear slipped from my clutches and sank away between a thick sprout of sea weed. A slow trail of blood drifted in front of my face. I’d once heard that sharks could smell the faintest scent of blood within their locale. The thought didn’t improve my increasingly agitated state. 
    I tapped Smith on his shoulder then flapped my hand in a gesture of confusion at the weapon in my grasp. I showed him the cut on my hand. To reiterate our predicament, I waved around at our surroundings then pointed at the boat above us.
    Smith seemed to understand what I meant. He