Chloe Zombie Apocalypse series (Book 1): Chloe by Casey Ryan

Author:Casey, Ryan [Casey, Ryan]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Publisher: Higher Bank Books
Published: 2015-09-01T04:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-FOUR

Roderick Sampson was always squeamish about blood before he was made chief executioner in the Church of Youth.

There was something about it that used to make his head spin. Probably just the fact that he never used to see a lot of it, not in the old days. As a bartender at a sleepy countryside pub, the most blood he ever saw was from the occasional bust-up, although they were few and far between. More often than not, someone would trip over the wooden step that led between the two main rooms of the Dog and Partridge.

He loved his old pub. Pride and joy, it was.

But he didn’t miss it.

Not anymore.

Not since the Holy One saved him.

“Come on,” he said. He yanked the chain as hard as he could. Behind him, he heard the three children tumble to their knees. They were sobbing. Sobbing away like they always did. Begging for forgiveness underneath their gags. Crying for their mummies, all that bullshit.

He had felt pity for them. Especially in the early days, when the executions were much less common. But now, it was just a part of everyday life in the Church of Youth. A part of the sustenance of their haven.

Because feeding the weak to the undead meant more undead guards to surround their walls.

Dangling body parts of the executed down the walls of their stronghold, that kept the undead close.

It was rough. Rough on the kiddos. Roderick knew that.

But it was life.

Besides, it wasn’t his fault these kids were weak. Wasn’t his fault they were retarded and couldn’t hold a gun, whatever. Wasn’t his fault one of them had a nasty cough, another of them kept dozing off in the middle of the day. That was their fault. Should’ve eaten better, built up better immune systems. Or they should’ve read more books and shit to stop them becoming retarded.

It wasn’t Roderick’s fault that he was forced to execute the weak.

It was the weak’s fault for refusing to adapt to a world built on strength.

He heard a moan behind them. Saw one of the undead stumbling up the hill towards them. Always the worst part of the job, wandering out here trailed by zombies. Figured it was about time they built a tunnel so they could walk through and ditch the prisoners at the other end. Or just drop ’em over the fucking walls.

But building a tunnel meant a way in to their home.

And dropping them over the walls meant keeping the newly undead contained in one area.

It was better to increase the numbers of the undead elsewhere. So they could flush out the weak in the woods.

The strong would drift towards their home.

Naturally. Just like the flow of water.

And when the strong got there, only then would the Church of Youth decide what to do with them.

Because they were the stronger.

Roderick stopped. Saw the wire and the rock right ahead of him. He looked over his shoulder; saw the undead were still far enough away not to cause him any problems, not yet.

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