Zomblog II by T. W. Brown Read Free Book Online

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    I reminded her that Jenifer was found tied up and gagged. It seems that Jenifer refused to accept the message of “The Genesis Brotherhood” and was being “chastened” for her sins of denial.
    It seems that during the interrogation, Robby failed to mention that he and his “brothers” were out on a foraging mission. They were “foraging” for women to bring back to their main encampment where it is our “duty” as women to offer our bodies as vessels to revive mankind.
    Dominique now sees herself as one of their vessels. If I can’t talk sense into her…I may be forced to do the unthank-able…leave her behind.
     
    Sunday, November 30
     
    Late last night Jenifer and I left a bundle of the supplies that we’d scavenged from the site, along with some of the stuff from the house we’d looted, for Dominique. We had no choice but to leave her. Every time we tried taking off the gag she would start screaming.
    Before we slipped out, I cut her bonds enough so she could eventually free herself. Perhaps the decision to leave her was wrong. Cruel? I just don’t know anymore. This is the first time in a long time that I’ve really doubted my actions.
    Tonight, Jenifer and I are camped in an office complex, on the eighth floor. We are huddled together for warmth. That, and Jenifer doesn’t want to be alone. I can only imagine what she’s been through since she won’t tell me. I do know that she is aware of the ordeals that I faced, so perhaps she’ll talk. Eventually. I know that keeping it bottled up inside is a bad thing.
    Rain is starting to fall. That is actually a blessing. It will wash away the snow and make it more difficult to track us. I’ve no doubt that, if she knows where it is, Dominique will try to make for the encampment of The Genesis Brotherhood.
     
    Monday, December 1
     
    My back is killing me. I feel like I spent a day at my uncle’s place splitting firewood. Jenifer and I woke up to the sound of dozens of the undead. Their moans drifted on the morning air along with the occasional baby-cry that, for some reason, tugged at something deep inside me. Stupid pregnancy!
    I got to the door when I saw the first of them. A child…figures. He could’ve been Dennis the Menace …well, if he were rendered during the Picasso Blue Period. His mouth opened and a low raspy sound ended the spell. Jenifer had the shotgun, but I got a good look at the surroundings and knew we could hold our position with handheld weapons.
    Using a small-scale version of how we’d cleared that compound in the Trout Creek-Noxon area, I stepped into the hallway with the Centurion Sword and told Jenifer to take shots with the crossbow. Priority would be given to the ones coming through the wide open door that led to the stairwell. (I coulda sworn Jenifer shut it when we got here last night.) That would bottleneck them and keep the flow to a trickle. We would trade off when there was a big enough break in the action. At first, it wasn’t too bad. Twenty minutes in, I got worried. I had Jenifer run to a few windows. My fear was that the building was surrounded by a herd and that we were screwed.
    Fortunately, and I only use that word in a relative sense, there was nothing but a few stragglers outside. I briefly considered making a run for it, but I didn’t want to leave the fifty or so bolts we’d fired from the crossbow unless absolutely necessary. Still, I did have Jenifer check the other stairwell. She came back with an “all clear”…just in case.
    Eventually the trickle stopped. We very carefully retrieved our bolts. By careful I mean I drove the spear into each one’s head before retrieving our ammo. Once we’d rounded everything up and repacked our gear, we slipped out the other stairwell.
    I was in the lead as we reached the bottom. I pushed the bar, opening the door. Just as I did, this huge woman burst through the door that would’ve led inside to the first floor lobby. She could’ve really