Zombie Fallout by Mark Tufo Read Free Book Online

this way.”
    A sweat broke out on my forehead and it was only partially because of the exertion. “How much time?” I grunted. The ladder was in place and it was a good ten feet short from the top.
    “A couple of minutes at the most,” he riposted.
    “Oh great! This just gets better and better!” was my response. Things just were not going as planned. And then I full out laughed. Maybe I was close to the edge, I don’t know, but it was a laugh I could have lost myself in. Who the hell PLANS for this! I finished with my semi-hysterical outbreak, thankful for the relief it spawned.
    “Dad? You all right?” Justin asked.
    “I’m as good as I’m going to get,” I retorted. “Get somebody, preferably two people to come and help you.”
    He looked at me quizzically.
    “They are going to have to lower you over the edge and you’re going to have to drop to the ladder.”
    “No fu…” he started. “I mean NO way, that’s gotta be a twenty foot drop to the ladder, I’ll never make it.”
    “It’s twelve feet max,” I told him. “You’ll be fine.”
    “I don’t know about this,” He hedged.
    “Justin, we don’t have time to argue, you either get on the ladder within the next minute or so or we have to leave.” I forced the issue.
    I could see Justin mentally began to weigh his choices. I wasn’t prepared to let him prioritize.
    “Justin,” I started. “So I know you have beer and a pellet gun plus you have a safe haven.” I could see him nodding, he was thinking the same thing. Then I started with the negatives. “How much food do you have?” I asked.
    “Food?” was his response.
    “Yeah you know, the stuff you put in your mouth, chew and swallow,” I answered. I was being on the dickish side but I didn’t have time for diplomacy, the first zombie was within twenty yards and his teammates were now rounding the bend.
    “Well Tommy has a box of ring dings and Bill has a power bar or two, and…” he reasoned.
    ‘Are you kidding me?’ I screamed in my brain. ‘Calm down, breathe, count to ten, scratch that, better make it five. One, two, three… .’
    “Get some help now!” I demanded. “That FOOD won’t last the night. As for your safe haven, do you have any blankets or tents or stoves or ANYTHING that will keep you warm?”
    He just kept looking at me like I was nuts.
    “Justin, you guys won’t make it two nights up there; if you don’t die of the elements, you’ll die of dehydration in at most four days.”
    “We have beer!” he said triumphantly.
    “How long is your 30-pack going to last you? Through the night maybe,” I finished cynically.
    “Dad, I’ve got to think about this, that’s a huge drop,” he responded.
    “Okay fine, I’ll give you until…” I pulled up my sleeve to look at my nonexistent watch. “NOW! Get your ass down here.”
    He still hesitated. If for a second I thought I could bridge the gap from the ladder to the roof, I would have done it, just so I could grab him by the ear and get him.
    “Oh, shit,” Justin moaned, as he moved to align himself with the ladder and begin down.
    “Get your friends to help you!” I yelled up. He was finally doing what I wanted him to do, just not in the manner in which I wanted it done; isn’t that about typical for teenagers.
    “Um too late for that Dad,” he added as his legs swung over the edge. “They just broke through the door.”
    I didn’t need any more clarification than that. “Give me a second while I secure the ladder.”
    Justin let go of the roof just as I was attempting to secure the ladder’s footholds. Somewhere in my semi-panicked mode I heard distant screams, and then it sounded like the world was blowing up. Justin fell and entirely missed the first two rungs. The ladder clanged and swayed violently as he caught himself on the third rung, his feet swinging wildly. He almost lost his tentative grip on the ladder when the Mossberg let go with a three-round burst, which was impressive