Zombie Attack! Army of the Dead (Book 3) by Devan Sagliani Read Free Book Online

the roles were reversed here, he'd tie us up and torture us to death. He said so himself. I'm talking about taking out a dangerous enemy with a clean kill, and you're all acting like I'm the crazy one for thinking it.”
    “You're not crazy,” Moto assured her. “Not at all. But if we kill Tank like this then we're no better than he is, and what we're striving to protect and save is no better than what John is trying to build. Once we start making excuses for killing, where will it end? I'm sorry, sis, this isn't the way.”
    I walked over and hugged her. She was tense at first, but then melted into me, letting me hold her close and comfort her as hot tears splashed down my neck. Apache tended to Sam who was now stirring back to life, coughing and holding his throat.  
    “We better get moving,” Moto said as he put his sword away. “We've got some ground to cover and we want to make sure they can't track us.”
    “Stay safe my friend,” Haki implored.
    “You too,” Moto replied. Without another word, Haki slipped off into the trees and vanished. Moto turned and walked ahead of us. Apache took Sam's hand and they followed. Felicity let go of me at last, and stepped back. She walked over and kicked Tank hard in the back. He didn't even stir.  
    “Come on, sweetie,” I urged her. “Let's leave before they figure out we're gone and send more people.”
    Felicity came back and took my hand. We hurried to catch up with Moto and the others, keeping a grueling pace after that as we cut across the wild forest. Eventually, we came to another clearing and found two large horses tied up waiting for us.
    “We ride from here,” Moto said. “We should be out of harms way before the sun comes up.”
    I made Felicity ride with Moto, while Sam and I rode with Apache. The cold air burned in my lungs as we swiftly traveled across a shadow-blurred landscape, weaving in and out of riverbeds and up through unseen trails, at times seeming to cut back entirely on our own path. As the first rays of sunlight came up, we rode over a ridge and descended into a manicured patch of lemon trees before cutting up a nearby hill and descending into untamed forest anew. Around ten minutes into the forest, we were lost in a thicket so dark it obscured the rising sun. We came to a clearing walled in by a steep mountain with a jagged face. Moto slowed as he rode into the brilliant sunshine, and then got off his horse. He was helping Felicity dismount as Apache brought us out into the warm daylight in a small stretch of wild grass and berries. He stayed on the horse as I climbed down, helping Sam back onto solid ground. There was nothing in sight that looked remotely manmade in any direction, and I couldn't help but wonder what we were doing there.
    “Why are we stopping?” I asked.
    “We're here,” Apache informed me, smiling again and patting his horse.
    “I don't understand,” Felicity said. “Are we going to camp out here and wait for reinforcements? Is that it?”
    Apache just laughed, pointing to the cliff wall to the right of us. As I focused, my perception began to shift causing the harsh angles to pull apart like a mirage as it revealed a narrow entrance. Another Indian, one dressed just like Apache, came out and waved at us before disappearing back into the mountain, never saying a word. Apache climbed down at last, and walked his horse through it.  
    “Go on,” Moto smiled. “It's safe.”
    Sam wasted no time chasing Apache through the hidden access. Felicity and I held hands again and made our way into the dark mouth of the cave, the sound of running water echoing off the dark mossy walls around us. There was a small light up ahead and we instinctively followed that. The light grew as we approached, revealing a bustling village tucked away on the other side as we exited the damp cave. There were dozens of smiling faces going about their busywork as we walked out among them. Only a small child who had been playing with a toy