Battlefield Z (Book 3): Sweet Home Zombie by Lowry Chris

Author:Lowry, Chris [Lowry, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Publisher: Grand Ozarks Media
Published: 2016-12-15T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY

I stopped the sedan short of the road into the camp and pulled off into the grass. The rifle had eight rounds of ammunition.

One for each man Overalls had left to guard the group.

I marched next to the road until I was close, then angled through the woods and climbed up a tree on the edge of the clearing. It was the first one with branches low enough for me to reach.

I stopped twenty feet off the ground and looked out over the clearing.

The group was where I left them, the hillbillies scattered around and looking bored while they waited for the others to return.

I didn't know how much time I had as I studied each of them through the sights. This rifle didn't have a scope, and I wasn't sure how accurate it would be. I grew up being taught how to hunt, how to shoot and my grandfather dragged me into a dozen deer stands each year until I was old enough to protest.

I didn't like hunting.

I didn't like waiting for hours for the chance at a shot, and I remember one particularly brutal winter morning that he shot a deer and we chased a blood trail for miles as it struggled and suffered through the woods.

I was over it by then, but the skills stayed with me.

I didn't care for hunting, but shooting was second nature. I lined up the sights center mass on the first man, and practiced my swing to three others. I figured by the time I pulled the shot on that one, the rest would be moving.

I practiced the move again, took a deep breath and pulled the trigger on the release.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Then the rest moved and tried to hide. I winged one in the shoulder and sent him spinning down as he ran.

The last two ducked behind the bus and I lost sight of them.

I slid down the tree as my group jumped up and ran for cover behind the hillbillies' other truck.

So far none of the men had started shooting back or thought to shoot into them, but the kid's were screaming and Byron was shouting. The wounded hillbilly was squealing in the dirt in front of the bus, rolling around in a widening pool of blood.

I moved into the camp, dropped to my stomach, and aimed under the bus.

One of the men moved and I took out his leg. He fell with a yell, then saw me and brought his rifle to bear.

We locked eyes and I sent my last bullet between his.

I was out of ammo with one guy left.

But he didn't know that.

Byron shouted for the kid's to be quiet and kept everyone behind the other truck. They were still exposed because hiding thirty people behind a long bed truck left a lot of room.

And I was very aware of the time.

I didn't know how much we had before more armed men came back.

I shoved up out of the dirt, flipped the rifle so

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