Zombie Fallout 9 by Mark Tufo Read Free Book Online Page A

laid down and died that time in Korea.”
    â€œThat far back?”
    â€œThat far back.”
    â€œYou never said anything.”
    â€œI killed a man. I never wanted to talk about it again.”
    â€œI’m sorry.”
    â€œDon’t be. It was me or him. More than likely, he’d be dead now anyway.”
    Ron looked at me strangely, like maybe he was willing to understand me a little more. That could be good or bad. Or perhaps, he could finally see where I was coming from. I had experiences he did not, and he would now need to lean on me for my expertise. I can’t imagine it sat particularly well with him. Better that than dead, though.
    â€œZombies.” BT said flatly, pointing to a spot the way that we’d come. They were a long way off, but they were running.
    â€œInto the woods.”
    â€œWe’re not going to kill them?”
    I peeked back. “Nope, too many, and they’re just like potato chips.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œIt’s your brother’s way of saying the more you kill, the more will come.”
    â€œWe really have been together too long,” I said to the big man.
    â€œYeah, well, when this shit is all over, I’m leaving. Going to find a nice peaceful place, maybe in California or some shit. Gotta get away from all this. Start over maybe.”
    It pained me to think of BT leaving at some point. I understood the reasons why he’d want to, that’s for sure. Well, it was nothing to worry about at this point. It was a good, long while away. The woods weren’t too thick; only had to travel a couple of hundred yards through them until we found ourselves in a neighborhood. The greenery had been more of a noise buffer for the residents in this area than anything else. There were cars parked along the road. Most were locked up. A couple were open but had no keys. We were three streets over when we came across a smallish traffic jam. Ten cars had gotten tangled in a rotary, or a roundabout for those of you not from the New England area. A fair amount of shell casings of differing calibers sparkled in the sunlight.
    BT and I were on high alert; Ron was still in a daze. His rifle hanging down in his arms. We came upon the scene slowly; whatever had happened here hadn’t been recent. Ron turned away when he saw the legs of a woman lying on the roadway. Good thing he had because she’d been devoured from the knees up. Someone else must have come up on the scene because the zombie that had done the damage was lying on top of her, dead.
    â€œBT?”
    â€œChecking.” He went around to the cars, looking for something serviceable, while I made sure Ron didn’t go further down the rabbit hole.
    â€œYou hanging in there?”
    â€œWe’ve been gone half a day, Mike. I didn’t think it’d be this bad. I just assumed that if you could do it, so could I.”
    â€œNaw, I never thought that.” BT stood back up, from where he’d been leaning into a lime green Honda. “Mike has a special skill set.”
    â€œHere we go,” I said, waiting.
    â€œCrazy, your brother is off-his-fucking-rocker crazy, and in this world, that’s what it takes to survive. Why do you think he was going even more nuts in your house? Another week, I wouldn’t have doubted if he took a radio, drove a few miles away, radioed like someone needed help, and then gone off to save the fictitious person.”
    â€œThat’s not a bad idea.”
    â€œSee?” BT asked Ron. “Um, Mike.” BT pointed to the body of the woman.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œLook a little harder.”
    â€œOh, fucking dammit.” Where the woman had potentially once birthed children was a silver set of keys. They were mucked up in varying hues of brown red and black. “Why are you looking at me? You saw them, you should get them.”
    â€œHell, no.”
    We could sit here and argue about it, but I would lose and we