Zombified (Book 2): Shady Oaks by Char Robinson Read Free Book Online Page A

snatched the binoculars from his brother. After adjusting and scanning where Sean was looking, he grew suddenly still.
    "Oh, tell me that's not Dad and Charlie," he groaned.
    "Sorry, can't do that," Sean said with a sigh. Sean glanced around. "Where are your binoculars? I want mine back."
    With another growl, Scott thrust them into Sean's hand and crawled over to his bag. After much noise and mumbling, he returned. Together they watched their Dad and Charlie being marched toward the white tents.
    "This is great - just great," Sean muttered. He glanced toward his brother. "We need to get word to the Captain, but with radio silence we would have to leave our positions and we can't do that."
    "Grab one of the guys chilling out around us and send them," Sean said without looking away from the scene before him. "They've reached the tents and they're going into the same one they took the girls in."
    Scott snapped his fingers and rose up to look around. "Hey, remember Corporal Riley? I thought I recognized him, but just remembered his name. He's up here with us; I'll go talk to him."
    As Scott went off in search of the corporal, Sean continued to watch the men escort Mick and Charlie into the tent. Once they disappeared from view, he sighed and scanned the area again. He wished they knew how many men the Connor Group had, so far he had seen less than a dozen and there had to be more. Perhaps they were all inside the other big tent or maybe they were back down in Harris, Sean just didn't know and it had him worried.
    He shook himself from his reverie when Scott plopped down beside him with a grunt. "Found him, he agreed to go."
    "Good, hope we can use the walkies soon," Sean said. His stomach growled and Scott raised an eyebrow. "Guess it's about lunch time," Sean said with a grin.
    "Guess so," Scott said with a chuckle.
    Simultaneously, they both reached for their backpacks looking for an MRE. Scott found his first and waved it in the air. "Yum, looks like I'm having beef ravioli."
    Sean held his up with a grin. "I'm having meatloaf with gravy."
    Scott made a face and ripped the meal open carefully so he wouldn't spill the contents. "Glad I got the ravioli, but what I'd really like to have is the chicken and noodles."
    "Oh man, me too," Sean sighed. "The MRE ones are okay, but Mom makes the best. Let's ask her to make them when we get back, okay?"
    Scott laughed. "Sounds like a plan."
    Sean held up a pack of peanuts. "I didn't get candy, just these peanuts - wanna trade?"
    With another laugh, Scott handed over his candy. "Sure little bro, here ya go."
    Sean made a face at Scott as he popped a candy in his mouth and began to chew. "You're funny," he said after swallowing. "You know I don't eat peanuts that often."
    "If that's your story..." Scott replied with a chuckle.
    "It is and I'm stickin' to it," Sean chortled. He had his back to the camp facing the mountain and looked up in time to see movement on another ridge.
    "Scott," Sean hissed as he dropped down to the ground. "About fifty yards up and to our left, I see movement."
    Scott immediately joined him, swinging his binoculars up to scan the area. "I'm on it," he whispered back.
    After a moment he lowered the glasses and gave his brother a grin. "I think I see a zombie up there thrashing around."
    "Oh that's just great," Sean muttered. "We better do something before it draws unwanted attention up here."
    They could no longer see the heavyset and middle-aged male zombie, but could hear him crashing through the underbrush. Finally catching sight of him again, Sean slid behind a tree while Scott did the same across from him. Sean pursed his lips and let out a low whistle. Instantly, the zombie stopped and turned toward them, now making low groaning noises. To his surprise, Sean heard the zombies below him respond with groans and then they began pounding on the walls.
    Scott grinned as he pulled a large branch toward him. When the zombie was close enough, he let if fly, smacking the