Cajun Zombie Chronicles (Book 1): The River Dead by Smith S. L

Author:Smith, S. L. [Smith, S. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombies
Publisher: Holy Water Books
Published: 2019-03-14T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE: NEW GREEN

Jerry, it had turned out, wasn’t able to take the nap he had wanted in the truck while the boys went on their shopping spree. Instead, he had spent his time making some modifications to Justin’s blue Chevy, or what used to be a blue Chevy. He had grabbed an armful of black matte finish spray paint cans from the Paint department, spurning the rolls of blue painter’s tape that were also within easy reach. After giving the truck a new coat of paint, concealing the bright blue and the chrome accents, he located a full set of replacement tires. Finding a battery-operated drill that still held a charge, he installed mounting brackets all around the sides of the truck. He hung four spare tires and wheels on each side of the truck, two whole sets. Next, he tore apart and disassembled a chain link enclosure and metal pole that stood at the corner of the automotive department. It had probably been used at some point to store returned items or unruly customers, but was now empty. He sprayed all that down with the black spray paint, as well, and mounted it along the inside of the bed of the truck. Jerry was able to screw in or bolt most of the fencing onto the truck, but he secured the rest with his welding supplies. He added a couple more mounting brackets to the top of the cab to snap an aluminum ladder onto. He was just putting the finishing touches on a grill guard when the creaking wheels of shopping carts signaled the return of the shoppers.

“Whoa,” Isherwood said, leaning against the door frame in amazement. The sun had moved past noon, and the light from the skylights was starting to fade, but they could still see the truck clear enough.

“What’s that?” Justin said in confusion. “Where’d my truck go?”

“That is your truck,” Isherwood explained. Justin only needed momentary consoling, as he began to wrap his mind about the magnitude of the job Jerry had done.

Jerry eventually noticed them and pulled up his welding hood. “Couldn’t fall asleep,” he explained, standing back to admire his handiwork. “It’s no Old Red, but it’ll do.”

“It needs a name,” Patrick decided aloud, as began loading up the bed of the truck with all their new acquisitions. “Man, we’ve got a lot more storage room now. I’m gonna run back and grab every box of cereal and bag of rice I can. We can just throw it atop all our new gear since we’ve got this metal cage now.”

“How about the zombie-mobile or the Mystery Machine?” Isherwood offered lamely.

“Let Justin name it,” Jerry said, as he went about picking up his tools.

“How about Old Blue?” Justin said, bowing his head in reverence.

Isherwood raised an eyebrow. “It’s really not blue at all anymore, though, is it?”

Justin shook his head. “That’s why it’s ‘OLD Blue.’ Sheesh.”

“Whatever, man.” Isherwood clapped him on the shoulder. “Let’s load up. We may still have time to make a pass by the car dealership.

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