Zombies Ever After: Sirens of the Zombie Apocalypse, Book 6 by E.E. Isherwood Read Free Book Online Page B

zombies, and the other goes
around shooting them.”
    Though he couldn't rectify the difference between the blue tags
and the red ones.
    A distant beeping sound resonated from the streets outside. It was
the tank, and it was far away.
    “We just have to avoid any drones, if we want to get out of
this place.” He meant the city, but right now he would be happy
to leave the building behind. His bare chest was an itchy, drying
mess of blood. A pool of water was high on his list of requirements
for the day. Or a hot shower...
    “First, if you come up to the front, we can find you a gun.”
    She smiled and followed.
    They both stayed low. There were several men on the floor,
surrounded by pools of fresh blood. The blue arrows made him think
them through. The red arrows were for living, animated creatures.
That's why it was shot at him but hit his backpack.
    The blue tag was for dead people. As in, no longer moving. These
men were tagged after they'd hit the floor. That's why all the arrows
pointed toward the window.
    He searched the room for the red tags. They were all sitting in a
neat row on the checkout counter like they'd all deposited them
there. He could visualize the drone going by, shooting tags at the
men inside the pet store. Mystified, they pulled them back out,
gathered to compare notes, and were taken by surprise when the tank
drone arrived.
    But if they took out the arrows, how could they be targeted?
    He looked at the red arrows with the purpose of solving the
mystery. The only way they could be targeted after the darts were
removed was if the darts deposited something inside the victim. The
dart itself was secondary.
    When he looked at the tip, he didn't see anything obvious to
suggest there was something attached, but he knew there was. There
had to be.
    It made him sad to do it, but he took off his backpack and emptied
it. Whatever was on the dart, it was probably still inside the pack.
He couldn't take that chance.
    He transferred what he could to the pockets of his jeans, and
tossed the backpack out the front window. He half-expected it to be
shot by a waiting drone but breathed a sigh of relief when it
harmlessly fell to the ground. Around him, the store had been
ransacked and gutted, but there had to be some sort of doggie baggie,
yuck yuck, he could use to carry his stuff.
    Denise made noises near the back of the store. He heard the clank
of metal. It sounded like someone had dropped silverware on the hard
wooden floor.
    He walked in her direction, searching for a bag, and wondering to
himself whether Victoria liked country music. They'd never spoken of
music, though it was something he was fond of talking about before
the sirens. It was one other thing, besides gaming, that he did
pretty much all the time. It would be cool to roll into Forest Park
with a big country music star on his arm. Extra points if Victoria
liked country music.
    He had a smile on his face when he rounded the corner.
    A bloody knife was on the floor.
    His country music star was already dead.

Chapter
3: Tracers
    Liam ran like hell. Straight out the front of the pet store, into
the street. He didn't care about zombies. The death rattle of the
country singer snapped something in him. It made his suffering
through the dog kennels and his fight with the tank drone seem
irrelevant.
    He'd failed to anticipate she'd do something like that. She'd
asked for a weapon as soon as she could, but he assumed she needed it
to defend herself from both zombies and the sick men who had abused
her.
    But she used it for a much darker purpose. He didn't want to
envision the level of sadness he'd have to endure before he'd
consider ending his own life. Also, he pushed down the suffering she
endured with the other women in those cages...
    So he made for the exit as fast as his feet would carry him.
    He turned the corner and ran the street with the Foxes' tipped
tour bus at the far end. He had his rifle in his hands, ready to
fire. As before, the zombies on