Zombie Fallout 9 by Mark Tufo Read Free Book Online

him out?”
    â€œRon, this is the new world. It sucks big, thick corn-encrusted shit through a Silly Straw.”
    â€œReally, man?” BT chimed in.
    â€œThis is what we have to deal with. I’m not an expert. I’m not, but I do have experience, and you need to listen to me.”
    I got a strangled “ung.” Even if my brother wasn’t in the process of losing it, he still had the unenviable task of listening to someone’s advice, someone he used to torture mercilessly when we were younger. I would always be his little brother and therefore would never possibly “know” more than him. It was a huge bias that he was going to need to overcome, and pretty damn fast, if the sound of the oncoming car was any indication.
    â€œNo time. I already got one crazy Talbot. Can’t deal with another.” BT came around to the driver’s door, opened it, and pulled Ron out easier than a toddler from a car seat. He had him all the way to the road edge before Ron finally told him he could walk on his own. I grabbed what I could and joined them. We’d just hit the tree line by the time the car came up over a hill and into view. The throaty engine was at full throttle.
    â€œGet down.” Superfluous words. BT knew better and he dragged Ron down with him.
    â€œWhat if they want to help?” Ron asked.
    â€œAw he’s just like a little, itty baby. Ain’t know no better.” BT smiled like a proud parent.
    â€œThat a fucking rocket launcher?” I asked with alarm. “Motherfucker.” We all buried our heads in our arms, thinking that this would somehow protect us should a rocket-propelled grenade make its way toward us. It wouldn’t, but luckily they were aiming for the truck. The car may have slowed, tough to tell. Next thing I heard was the whoosh of a rocket, the screeching of tires seeking purchase, then the concussive blast of an explosion that rippled past us along with a variety of truck parts. Our eight-cylinder, six-hundred-pound engine came to an earth-shaking landing not more than ten feet from our location.
    â€œHoly fuck,” I said, pivoting my head so I could see through my now splayed fingers. I stood up. What was left of Ron’s truck was a burning, smoking hulking mess of debris. “Well, I can honestly say I’ve never quite done that to one of your cars.”
    â€œJust another day in the life of Michael Talbot.” BT was now standing next to me as we watched what was left of the truck burn. “That’s going to bring every zombie from the state here.”
    â€œI’m sure that’s why they did it.” I turned to retrieve my brother, happy to see he was slowly getting up.
    â€œWhy, Mike? Why would they do that?”
    â€œWanted our stuff, I imagine.”
    â€œAnd they’d kill us for it?”
    â€œSure, who’s going to tell them differently?”
    â€œMorals maybe?”
    â€œThose are in short supply. Anybody who was loose with them when civilization was here has completely let the expiration date lapse without picking up new options to continue.”
    â€œHow can you be so cavalier?”
    â€œDo I look like I’m having a good time, Ron? Those fuckers just tried to kill us for a truck, a few guns, and two days’ worth of food.”
    â€œUmm, Mike, when you ask somebody the rhetorical question, ‘Do you think I’m having fun?’” BT mimicked my voice for that last part, though his was much deeper. “Then maybe you shouldn’t be smiling. It makes you look duplicitous.”
    â€œHe’s right, you have this weird lopsided smile, like when you were tattling on one of us when we were younger.”
    â€œI never tattled. Fuck you both, we need to go.”
    â€œWhat? We just keep going? They shot a fucking rocket at us.”
    â€œNot sure what else you would have us do, Ron. If we packed it in every time someone shot at us, I would have