Zombie Hunter by Derek Ailes Read Free Book Online

close.”
    “Was that cat about twenty feet tall?”  Benton asked.
    “It was huge,” she said, trying to catch her breath.
    “I guess calling animal control would be a waste of time.”
    “I can see it in the distance.  It’s heading for the steel mill.”
    “Doesn’t your dad work at the steel mill?”  Benton asked.
    She ran back up the steps leading to the guard post and grabbed her smart phone.  She tried calling her father’s phone, but there was no answer.
    “Pick up.  Pick up,” she said nervously.
    “No answer?”  Benton asked.
    “He won’t take my calls anymore.”  She put her phone back on her desk.  She was trying not to cry.  She regained her composure.  “People’s safety first; my personal life second.  Let’s make sure everybody’s safely evacuated.”
    After making sure everybody was evacuated from the beach, Lucille sat at the café drinking a lemonade.  Simon kept staring at what once was the new café construction site. 
    “That darn cat destroyed my café.  Crashed right through it.  Where did it come from?  A cat that size just doesn’t appear out of nowhere.”
    “No clue, but it has made this beach its home,” Lucille said.
    Benton walked over to the café and sat down next to Lucille.  “I just got off the phone with the sheriff.  The La Porte National Armory is sending troops and tanks.  He also mentioned that they’re trying to get the president to sanction use of a drone.”
    “Great, all we need is drones hovering above us firing at will,” Simon said.
    “That may be the only option.  I doubt any conventional weapons could hurt that thing being how large it is,” Lucille said.
    “Simon, I would suggest heading home,” Benton said.
    “In what?  My car is as flat as a pancake.”  He pointed at a flattened pile of metal that once was a smart car.
    “Here’s the keys to the beach’s jeep.”
    “I would suggest you two get out of here as well,” Simon said, grabbing the keys.
    “As long as the press is here reporting Catzilla, I have to stay and make sure they’re safe.  Benton, you can head home.”
    “Lucille, if you’re staying, I’m staying.”
    “Not me.  I’m gone.”  Simon walked away.
    “Benton, the cavalry has arrived,” she said, pointing at several military vehicles pulling into the beach’s parking lot.  Overhead, a large helicopter circled the beach.  Soldiers climbed out of a troop transport.
    “It isn’t a cavalry.  They sent a large army,” Benton said.
    One of the soldiers ran over to them.  “My name is Sergeant Alvarez.”
    “Lucille.  This is Benton.”
    “I suggest finding someplace safe.  It’s not safe here.”
    “We know.  We already encountered it,” Benton said.
    “I suggest you move back to a safe distance.  We are escorting the reporters off the beach.”
    “We will.  Be careful, that cat is huge,” Lucille said.
    “Noted,” the sergeant said and signaled to the rest of the squad that the area was secure.
    “Sergeant Alvarez, we have a visual on the target.  It’s heading straight for your location,” the pilot of the helicopter reported.
    “Move the tanks into position!  Let’s give it everything!”  The sergeant ordered.
    A row of four large tanks lined up with their long guns pointing upward, waiting for the cat to appear on the beach.  The soldiers lined up adjacent to the tanks with their machine guns ready for the assault.  When the cat appeared from behind the sand dunes, the sergeant gave the order to fire.  The tanks fired their shells toward it.  The shells hit its torso, but the impact barely penetrated it.  It angrily ran toward the tanks and rammed them, pushing them backward through the sand.  The soldiers fired their machine guns, but with little effect.  It turned around and flicked them away.  The tanks fired at close range.  The shells hit it sending it backward.  Blood trickled down its fur as the shells penetrated it.  It pounced on one of