The Undead World (Book 6): The Apocalypse Exile (War of The Undead) by Peter Meredith Read Free Book Online

bones that tinkled and bounced off the glass doors. The vomit was close to the top of Neil’s throat, now, however he was able to put it aside as the truck’s wheels finally dug their way through the undead and found purchase on the concrete. They immediately lurched forward and Grey gunned the engine which roared as it plowed furiously through the horde, going faster and faster until they were on the street that cut through the town.
    There were only slightly fewer zombies here, however after what they had just gone through it was like splashing through a rain puddle and after only a minute they were free and racing back toward the trestle and the train as the last of the clinging zombies fell away. Smiling, Neil glanced in the side mirror and saw something that made his face freeze in place.
    The other two trucks were not behind them.
    When Deanna saw, she asked: “What do we do?”
    Grey was already slowing down. There was an intersection just ahead and Neil knew what the captain would do when he reached it. “We go back for them,” Neil said.

Chapter 4
Sadie Walcott
    Because of the baby, Sadie was always allotted a seat in the front. Without fail, she chose to ride in the second truck with Michael Gates, who had become its permanent driver. He was a sweet man and seemed to have a hundred different stories to tell every day. His one downfall: he was frequently flatulent. Sometimes it was bad enough to wake Eve.
    When they had passed the trestle and train and slowed near the dairy processing plant where thousands of gallons of milk had curdled and had become some sort of crusted bacterial flan, Sadie thought it was one of those times Michael had cut loose. “This is a pretty stinky little town,” Michael had said.
    “Yeah, the ‘town’ is pretty stinky,” Sadie answered.
    Next to her, Joslyn snorted as if the comment was funnier than it was. She had whined her way to the front seat, kicking Michael’s wife, Marybeth to the back. “It’s only fair,” she had said when they had left Brad behind. “The front isn’t just for Neil’s friends.”
    At the window was Lindsey Caro. She had been rescued from Gunner’s encampment at the Piggly Wiggly. The chains that had held her to the stained mattress had been unlocked by ‘Jillybean herself,’ something Lindsey was oddly proud of and had mentioned to Sadie more than once. At Sadie’s comment, Lindsey gave her a dirty look. Lindsey was a dour girl and hadn’t laughed at any of Michael’s stories—not that Sadie had either. The black cloud in her mind was as dark as the clothes she wrapped herself in.
    Luckily, Sadie had Eve to take care of. Anything was better than facing the depression growing inside of her—almost anything. When the lead truck took a sudden turn to the right, Sadie couldn’t believe her eyes. Sure, she had seen the growing numbers of zombies around them, however her view out front had been blocked by Grey’s five-ton.
    “Holy shit!” Joslyn cried upon seeing the thousands of zombies. “Turn! Turn!”
    Michael was already turning into the industrial park. None of them noticed the map of the different businesses housed there, so they didn’t notice the fact that there was only one way out of the complex and that was the way they had come in. Michael, driving as though he thought he’d be left behind if he didn’t keep up, was again so close that it was a shock to him when Grey took a wide turn at the far end of the building.
    “What’s he doing?” Michael asked.
    It became obvious seconds later when they saw the chain-link fence and the thick trees. They had trapped themselves. Joslyn began to curse, Lindsey began to moan, and Michael suddenly sprouted rows of deep, worry lines across his forehead.
    “Trust Neil,” Sadie said. “He’ll know what to do.” Despite her confidence, she unzipped Eve’s diaper bag and brought out the earmuffs she had fashioned for the infant. She had found child-sized ear protection at a sporting