Zombie Fighter Jango #1 The Road to Hell Is Paved With Zombies by Cedric Nye Read Free Book Online Page A

front to buy a gun and get the hell out of Dodge. Then….BAMMM! That tall, skinny creep comes out of nowhere moaning and screaming with his damn tongue wagging all over the place. I freaked out and side-kicked his chest and he dropped. I know I heard his sternum break, but he bounced right back up, and came at me. Fuck, man, what could I do? I kicked him again, and ran into that office, and I’ve been hiding ever since.”
    He nodded absent-mindedly, feeling as if he was overlooking an important piece of information, but not having any luck figuring it out.
    “Wow,” he said, “You really kicked a zombie in the chest? That’s bad-ass!” He finished with a nod of approval. Jango could always admire good, honest ass kicking.
    Suddenly, the panic alarms went off in his head, “Shit!” he cursed as he threw himself back against the wall and hurriedly looked around them. He had figured out what little tidbit of information he hadn’t factored in; the tall skinny zombie that Sonja had mentioned.
    He put his stick in his left hand, and drew the Ruger from its under-arm holster as he scanned the area.
    Sonja, at the first sign of trouble, had thrown herself back into the room she had just left, and grabbed what looked like a leg from an old table, which she wielded like a baseball player as she tried to look everywhere at once.
    “What is it,” she asked him quietly, “What did you see?”
    “Nothing…YET,” Jango murmured back to her, “Just looking for the tall guy you mentioned, he has to be around here someplace.”
    Then a thought occurred to him. Maybe he wasn’t there anymore. The front door had been open, and there was that huge crowd of goobers parked in the feed store loading area. Maybe the creep had flown the coop and was running around outside with the rest of the zombies. The thought cheered him up a little.
    He visibly relaxed. Sonja seemed to take a cue from him, and she relaxed as well. She kept the table leg in her right hand, though.
    Jango holstered his pistol, and closed the snap to secure it. “Look,” he told her, “We have to get you a gun, and get the hell out of here. This place is starting to give me the willies. I think I need some fresh air.” He finished, with a look of grim determination etched on his scarred face.
    Sonja nodded approval of his plan, especially the part about getting her a gun . “Let’s go!” She exclaimed happily.
    He didn’t move, he just looked at her. He might be chivalrous, but he would be damned if he was going to let a stranger walk behind him, especially a stranger with a table leg and martial arts experience!
    She seemed to sense what he was thinking, and she turned to lead the way to the front of the store. He followed behind her, looking all around. He was hyper vigilant as he searched for signs of danger, aware that now he had to look out for not only his own safety, but her safety as well. Jango’s code demanded it.
    When they entered the sales area at the front of the store, it was still as silent and empty as it had been a little while ago.
    “So what kind of gun did you want ?” he asked her.
    “I, I really don’t know,” she stammered . “I don’t know anything about guns, well, except for what I’ve seen on TV,” she concluded.
    “Well,” he said without any judgment at all of her lack of knowledge, “You have strong looking hands and arms, so you can probably handle just about anything in here.”
    Jango didn’t intend to flatter her with his observations, but Sonja’s face showed that by viewing her as a fellow warrior he had, indeed, flattered her.
    He continued on, clueless to anything except helping her choose the right handgun for her needs.
    “My advice, I mean, if you even want it,” he said, looking at her for any signs of a yea or nay.
    Sonja hurriedly assured him that she wanted his advice. “Yes, please!” she told him.
    He smiled in relief. “Okay, so my advice is to get a semiautomatic pistol chambered for