Dead America_The Second Week_Heartland_Part 3 by Derek Slaton

Author:Derek Slaton [Slaton, Derek]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Published: 2019-10-02T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

Johnson studied the map of the south side of town, but was drawn out of his reverie at the thunkthunk of zombie flesh hitting the grill of the truck.

“Goddamn, Bretz, could you hold off on ramming these sons of bitches?” he demanded. “Making it difficult to hold my train of thought.”

“I mean, I could always lay on the horn,” the Corporal replied, “but I don’t think they’re going to get out of the way.”

Johnson sighed and pointed out the windshield. “When you get up to the next intersection, slow down so I can see where we are,” he said.

Zombies poured out of every opening, attracted to the rumbling of the dump. Bretz pulled up in front of the charred remains of a building, and the sound of hands smacking against the sides of the truck intensified as they stopped.

Johnson looked at the street sign and then back to the map, lips pursed tightly.

“You know, it’s okay to admit when you’re lost,” Bretz teased.

The Private growled. “I know where we are!” he snapped, and after another moment finally tapped on the paper. “There, found us!” He grinned, leaning back in his seat, satisfied.

“Uh,” the Corporal began, raising an eyebrow, “are you going to share with me, or do I have to guess?”

Johnson shook his head as if to clear it. “Oh, sorry. It’s two more blocks up, then turn left. We should see the church after that.”

“I think I can manage that,” Bretz replied, and put the truck back into gear. He easily steamrolled over the hundreds of zombies surrounding them, parting the horde as they headed for the turn.

The side street only had a handful of corpses milling about, but the church in the distance was surrounded by a horde of easily a hundred strong.

“That’s gotta be it,” Johnson pointed.

Bretz pulled up to the side of the church, and as they approached, a pale arm hung a white flag out of one of the windows.

“Looks like they’ve been expecting us,” the Corporal said. He pulled closer and rolled down his own window, leaning out as if he were in the drive-thru.

A man in classic black pastor’s clothes surveyed the soldiers. “Well, it’s not an Ark, but I think given our current situation that might be for the best.”

“Especially when you consider ole Johnson here gets seasick,” Bretz replied.

His passenger scoffed. “It was one time!”

“Well I appreciate you boys coming,” the pastor replied, putting a hand over his chest. “I’m Pastor Dave.”

“Good you meet you,” Bretz replied. “I’m Corporal Bretz, and this here is Private Johnson.”

Dave nodded to each of them. “Pleasure to meet you,” he said. “Seth gave me a heads up that you boys were coming, so I got everyone moved into the rec center around back. It’s got a flat roof, so I figured that would be easier than having people jump out of windows.”

“Sounds good,” the Corporal replied. “We’ll meet you around back.”

He pulled away as Dave closed the window, and the truck rumbled around to the back, drowning out the excited moans.

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