The Renegades 2 Aftermath (A Post Apocalyptic Zombie Thriller) by Jack Hunt Read Free Book Online

downright sexy. It was only after I found out what the three of them had done that I laughed. Initially they didn’t attack the men; instead, they knocked the assault rifles out of their hands. After that they paddled and slapped them into submission. In many ways I was kind of glad I couldn’t see what was going on, as I was pretty sure I would have been in fits of laughter.
    Izzy and Jess tied them up and put gag balls in their mouths. We tossed the rest of the ridiculous-looking items in a pile and snatched up the two assault rifles, three mags each, and a couple of Walther P22s.
    “Now this what I call a weapon!” Dax looked happy again.
    Dax snatched up a bag that he must have put together earlier. Glass rattled inside it. I had no idea what he had in mind but I knew we didn’t have long. We had been stuck inside that store for over four hours. It was just after two in the morning when we got out. Baja came out a few minutes after.
    “What were you doing?”
    “Just some final touches.” He smirked. I didn’t even want to know.
    First order of business was finding the truck. The worst-case scenario we would have to hot-wire it. We needed our weapons back but we had already been low on ammo when they had taken them from us. Somehow I could tell Dax wasn’t ready to just bolt. The look on his face said it all. He had vengeance on his mind.
    “Where do they stay?” Dax asked.
    “Uh,” Ralphie replied.
    Dax had his game face on. “Speak up.”
    “The two houses.” He pointed towards the barn. “The farmhouses are close by, one beside the large barn and another is one field over.”
    “They all live together?”
    Ralphie shrugged. “That’s just what I remember.”
    “Jess, Izzy, Specs, head over to city hall see if you can collect the weapons. Take Ralphie with you. If you find the truck, swing it around. Keep the lights off. Wait for us at the bottom of this street. Be ready to go.”
    “What about my sister?” Ralphie asked.
    “Do you know for sure that she’s still alive?” I asked.
    “We are not going to risk any more lives,” Dax spat out.
    “I don’t know. But I have to see.”
    “Oh, you run from this town, and leave her behind and now you grow a fucking conscience?” Dax asked.
    Ralphie shrugged. Dax shook his head in frustration. I could imagine what he was thinking when he looked at me. He probably thought I was going to give him heck if we didn’t at least try to find the girl.
    “Alright, you come with us.”
    Under the cover of night, we moved across the street and down a back alley. We could hear moaning. It was getting louder. No doubt coming from the barn. Ralphie led the way. It took us close to ten minutes to make it to a street that led up to the first farmhouse. The barn was a football field away. It was up on a steep hill overlooking the town. At night it looked ominous. Only the glow from the moon revealed its blood-red color. We could hear the sound of a few Z’s shuffling along in the forest. We waited until the coast was clear before we hopped over a fence and began our ascent to the barn. I had to hope that the others were okay.
    When we made it to the barn door, we paused, glancing up at the house.
    “This is a bad idea,” Dax said.
    Ralphie unhooked the latch and opened the huge barn door. Dust and small pieces of hay filled the air. Inside the smell of horse shit permeated everything. That and the smell of death. The sound of moaning was loud but we couldn’t see shit.
    It was like any typical two-story barn. Down either side were empty stables. Most of them were filled with haystacks. The sound of moaning was loud. It was pitch-black inside. We had only taken a few steps when Ralphie yanked us back. It was lucky we hadn’t gone any further. Dax turned on the small flashlight on the end of the assault rifle. He lowered it to the floor and then our eyes widened. In front of our feet was a giant sinkhole that went the full length of the barn. We were standing