Dead Texas (Book 3): Lonesome Road by Slaton Derek

Author:Slaton, Derek [Slaton, Derek]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Published: 2018-08-12T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

Ricky dug through the closet in the corner as Rufus’ snores provided the overture to the still present soundtrack of moans and bangs on the other side of the bedroom door.

“Man, all this money and not a single t-shirt?” Ricky groaned. “Are you kidding me?” He pulled out a couple of expensive looking dress shirts before tossing them back into the closet. “You’d figure rich folk would know how to relax, or at least be able to hire somebody to teach them.”

“Who knows,” Jeff piped up from where he sat on the floor, back against the dresser barricade. “Maybe these fuckers banging on the door aren’t actually after us, and are just really desperate for fine clothing.”

“Yeah, well, they can have it,” Ricky muttered.

Mary sighed from her perch in the windowsill, tearing her eyes from the stars to look down at the red brick wall. “Hey guys,” she said as a lightbulb went off in her head, “I think I may have a way for us to get out of here.”

Rufus startled awake. “Alright, you got my attention.”

“Everybody come here.” She waved them over.

“I’ll wait until someone can tag in,” Jeff replied. “Not sure this thing is going to hold without someone pressed up against it.”

The other two joined Mary at the window, Rufus rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

“It looks like these people wanted the bigger floor plan,” she said, “because that wall can’t be more than ten feet away.”

Rufus shrugged. “And?”

“And we jump for it,” she explained. “We’re high enough and the wall is low enough, I mean we should be able to reach it with a good enough jump. Hell, one of us could jump over with a bed sheet and the others could climb over.”

“Lil’ missy, I’m touched you think I’m an athletic god.” Rufus put a hand over his heart. “But I assure you that my bones would disintegrate upon impact if I attempted that.”

Mary shrugged. “Well, it was a thought.”

“And one we shouldn’t dismiss yet,” Ricky piped up.

The old man raised an eyebrow. “Did you miss the part about my bones disintegrating?”

“No, not jumping to the wall,” Ricky explained, “I’m talking about jumping over there.” He motioned to the window beside the closet, and led them over there. The house next door was only about six feet away, with another window facing them.

“I’ll never understand how people can spend this much money to live that close to someone else,” Rufus mused.

Mary ignored him. “So how do we get in?”

“We’ve got a shotgun,” Ricky said simply. “We just blast out the window and hop over.”

“Yeah, but how does that help us get out of the neighborhood?” Rufus asked. “The front gate to the place is wide open so god only knows how many of those things are in there.”

Jeff shifted in his position. “What about a ladder?”

“What do you mean?” Mary furrowed her brow, turning to him.

“I mean one of us goes over there, gets down to the garage, grabs a ladder and we use it to reach the wall,” the skinhead explained.

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