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

in the same manner and she scrambled over Sadie and Eve, clawing and kicking.
    “Stop!” Sadie screamed, trying to protect Eve. Joslyn continued to fight to get further from the door. In essence, she trampled right over them both. Sadie was forced to twist around to keep Eve from being used as a foothold. Joslyn dug a boot into Sadie’s back, scraping skin back, uncaringly. Joslyn was so far gone in fear she even grabbed the steering wheel to keep from sliding to where the hungry zombies waited. The extra weight on the steering wheel kept Michael from being able to right the truck. They were on a huge pile of zombies with the engine roaring and the wheels skidding and slipping in the horrible mud and mulch created from the blood and tissue of ground up zombies.
    The sound of the truck, the incessant moans of the zombies and the howling screams of Lindsey as she was pulled down into the arms of the zombies, penetrated right through the earmuffs on Sadie’s head. It was so loud she could barely hear Michael when he shouted: “They’re leaving us!”
    Sure enough, as Sadie struggled up to see out the front window she saw the lead truck had freed itself from the densest part of the horde and was escaping, black smoke shooting into the air from its exhaust pipes. Sadie had one thought: What about me? She couldn’t believe Neil was leaving her behind to be overwhelmed and eaten by the thousands of undead. The idea left her breathless and the sight of the truck vanishing plus all the mayhem around her, left Sadie physically numb.
    She was jarred back to her awful reality when the truck lurched again. With three different forces acting on her body, she slid closer to the open door. The first force was simple gravity sucking her down, the next was Joslyn kicking her in the back, using her to plug the opening, and the third was Lindsey who had a hold of one of her Converse sneakers and was using it to keep from being dragged out of the truck.
    With one hand clutching the baby and the other on the grip of her Glock, Sadie could only stop her slide by again sticking her foot out to the dash.
    Lindsey’s screams took on a new note of pain to go with her panic. The endlessly grasping hands of the zombies had pulled off her shoes and now her lower legs and feet were being chewed upon. “Help me!” she screamed at the top of her lungs in desperation.
    “Pull yourself up,” Sadie yelled back. She could do nothing for the woman except hold on for as long as she could. Lindsey tried with all her might to get away, however the zombies were limitless in number and too many of them had a grip of her lower body either with their hands or with their teeth and she was slowly pulled out of the truck.
    And with her went Sadie.
    “Let go!” Sadie cried. “You’re going to kill me, too!” Lindsey’s terror was too great and her mind too far gone for her to realize that she was dooming Sadie. This left Sadie without a choice. She could see that Lindsey was already bitten in a number of places. Sadie wasn’t going to drop what she had in her hands—her only weapon and the precious baby—to try to pull an infected woman into the truck.
    “Help me,” Lindsey begged. Her eyes were pleading and desperate. She was so pitiful that it was physically painful for Sadie when she pointed the Glock and shot Lindsey in her pleading face.
    That second seemed to extend and elongate as if emotional pain could affect time. It drew out cruelly so that Sadie could savor every horrible detail of it. Lindsey’s fear-stricken face contorted one muscle at a time, until she had switched out fear for utter shock. Slowly her head went back—likely it snapped back, however for Sadie it was glacial in its speed and the blood that sprayed in the air lingered like a sun-shower on a July day.
    Sadie got to see it all: the grey porridge of brain that slapped against the lower edge of the door. The ‘O’ of puzzlement Lindsey’s mouth made, the hands that came