All That I See - 02 by Shane Gregory

Author:Shane Gregory
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: brainofshane
Published: 2012-06-22T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 24

I removed my jacket and put his shirt on over my tank top. It was a quilted flannel shirt—blue and black checkered—like the kind some people use as over shirts or jackets. It was warm and stank like him. I put on his cap and then his shoulder holster and pistol. Rifle strapped over my shoulder, I climbed back down to the second floor and into the window. After collecting the shotgun and wrench, I went back downstairs then out into the alley. He was off to my left on his side with his back to me, legs bent as if asleep. His blood was being diluted and washed away by the rain.

A couple of infected women came around the back corner and stopped at his body. They were in the second stage of the virus, but they hadn’t yet begun to decay. I climbed into the glass truck before they got interested in me. One of them got on hands and knees beside him and started chewing on the soft spot below his ribcage. The other knelt and bit his shoulder. This was my handiwork—my fault—but I didn’t care. I felt nothing for him.

I started the truck and turned on the wipers. The women looked up at me from their meal but didn’t come to investigate. I was starting to feel afraid again. It seemed like I was always a little afraid, but I had gotten good at suppressing it. I’ve never been in the military, but I guess that might be what men in combat do. Anyway, the fear was elevating above normal levels and I was starting to feel it again. I was thinking that maybe I should just go with my first thoughts and get Ben Parks to help me. I didn’t want to face those healthy, unpredictable men alone, but I didn’t want to risk driving out into the county for help then coming back to find that they had taken her.

These new clothes along with my mask would allow me to get right in there with them. My plan after that had not yet been formulated. For one thing, all of my recent physical injuries were taking their toll. I was in pain, I was weak, and I was exhausted, and I was still sort of drunk.

I backed the truck out onto Broadway and headed east. I was curious about all of the gunshots to the west, but I didn’t know if they would be friendly to me in my present disguise. Besides, judging by the zombie activity, Sara was inside the First Baptist Church.

I went two blocks then took a right at the courthouse. I stopped on the back side of the court square and looked west down South Street to the church. The bucket truck was parked on this side of the building. The whole block was surrounded by hundreds—possibly thousands--of infected creatures. The bucket was next to a second story window and the window had been broken. I saw no healthy people around.

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