Zomb-Pocalypse by Megan Berry Read Free Book Online

our steps. Ryan doesn’t want to risk firing the gun and drawing more zombies that might surround and trap us. We are very exposed out here in the open, so he pulls the fire poker out of my hand instead. The rest of us stop as he moves forward and spikes the first zombie in the back of the head. Black sludge that should have been bright red blood goes flying out the back of the things skull, and it goes down like a sack of potatoes.
    As a trio, the remaining zombies turn on him with a hungry look in their vacant, filmy white eyes. Their teeth snap as they advance. A scream bubbles up in my throat, but I hastily choke it back down. The thought that we could run for it while the zombies are distracted with Ryan flits through my mind, and I instantly hate myself.
    Ryan pulls his arms back and forces the poker through the open mouth of the closest zombie. It snaps its ragged teeth on the metal pole, chipping them once last time before it goes down.
    The remaining zombies are nearly on top of him now. Megan holds up her gun and tries to get a clear shot, but she shakes her head helplessly and tears begin to fall down her face. The zombies are now too close for Ryan to swing back enough to get the poker up. He’s lost precious seconds trying to get the poker out of the skull of the last zombie. He punches one of the zombies in the face and knocks him back a few steps. The second zombie lunges for his neck and Ryan ducks.
    I can’t stand it anymore. I look around for a weapon and see my trusty nine iron in Abby’s hand. I pull it from her slack grip and charge into the fray. My brain screams at me to go back, but I ignore it as I wind up and swing the golf club for the fences. It bounces off the back of the zombie’s skull, but, unlike Ryan’s swings, the bastard doesn’t go down.

Chapter Four
    The zombie turns on me with snapping teeth; the sound makes my blood run cold.  Being this close to it, I can smell the overwhelming odor of rotting flesh. It makes bile rise up my throat and into my mouth. The apocalypse only started yesterday. How are these bodies so rotten already? The random thought flips through my mind as the zombie starts coming after me with those terrifyingly slow shuffling steps. I hastily retreat a bit to give myself more space. I bring the golf club down again and again. My arm aches with the strain. Every time I hit its skull the impact reverberates up my arm. I pound away again and again, blood spraying off my club and hitting me in the face, until I crack a hole in its skull. The club squishes down into the zombie’s half-rotted brain. The zed staggers, misses a step, and falls squarely at my feet. It looks dead, but I jump back away from it—just in case.
    With the numbers evened a bit, Ryan finishes putting down his zombie. He runs to me and holds me at arm’s length as his eyes rake up and down my body, looking for bites. “Are you okay?” he asks. He sounds winded.
    “Yeah,” I say, before turning away from him and vomiting into the grass. His hand pats my back. It’s comforting, even though I kind of wish he wasn’t seeing this.
    I turn back to him, and he uses a torn piece of his sleeve to wipe at the blood splattered across my forehead. Thankfully none of it got in my eyes or mouth.
    “That was a really brave thing you did. You saved my life,” Ryan says.
    I look down at the ground to avoid the intensity in his eyes. “Just another day in the zomb-pocalypse,” I mutter, blowing it off, but I know it was a huge deal. He would have been dead.
    “We should probably get out of here,” Megan says, coming up behind us.
    “Yeah, the noise will have attracted more,” Ryan agrees. He pulls me into a quick hug. “Thanks again,” he murmurs before heading off towards the ratty old pick-up truck.
    I turn to the other two girls, my eyes pleading with them. They are staring after him too.
    “Ryan…?” Abby surprises us all by calling out first.
    Ryan turns and looks back at us.
    “If you