Dead Tide by Stephen A. North

Author:Stephen A. North [North, Stephen A.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Library of the Living Dead
Published: 2008-10-07T04:00:00+00:00

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S HE LOOKS AT BRONTE’S BROAD SHOULDERS and is glad for his confidence. It may be as real as her willingness to give up her hate, but as long as he hides his doubt, she will feel safer. He steps out, gun in hand and looks both ways. Motions with his left hand for she and Daric to follow. He follows the building around to the right, away from the front entrance. She steps out, only having to push Daric a little to keep up.

They round the first corner and see the truck. It’s parked up too close to the building to open the passenger door. Bronte crouches and sidles up near the front tire. So far, none of the zombies wandering the parking lot seem to have noticed them. She runs with Daric to the driver’s door and pulls the keys from her pants pocket—but the key ring snags on something, threads maybe? She yanks and it comes free.

Daric screams. “Something’s got me! Something’s got me!” Janicea looks and sees Daric frantically trying to pull his leg free of the grip of somebody under the truck. Suddenly whoever is under there, crawls out by pulling on Daric’s leg. It’s another boy, about Daric’s age. She feels paralyzed. Fire blooms somewhere to her left, probably a fire bomb from Tracks up on the roof. Daric is still screaming and she realizes that the other kid is a zombie. Bronte yells something.

Her gun is in her waistband. Open the door or pull the gun? I’m panicking again! Daric falls backward and the kid pulls himself up along his body, grunting and groaning. Somehow, Janicea manages to pull the gun. Only three shots—that’s all they gave me. “Get off him!” she shouts and kicks the kid in the gut. The boy rolls over and starts to stand. She shoves the pistol in his face and he bites at it just as she pulls the trigger. The gun jumps in her hand and she sees a sudden crimson mist mask the gaping, snapping mouth. The small body falls backward and slides down against the truck’s side leaving a slug’s trail of blood on the dirty white frame.

Someone is screaming. She hears gunshots. “Janice, grab Daric and get in the truck!” is something that finally gets through, and she bends

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