Determined To Live by C. M. Wright

Author:C. M. Wright [Wright, C. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: canada, cm wright, undead zombie zombies horror thriller paranormal, dying to live, horror apocalypse, zombies, c m wright, overload series, zombie overload
Publisher: C. M. Wright
Published: 2013-03-27T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

He doesn't answer, as he's too busy hauling ass for the truck. I watch in fear as he hustles as fast as his butt can go. Sure, he makes it. No problem. These are the slow ones, after all. I highly doubt he would have done this if he had known about the faster ones.

I slam my door shut as he gets into the front seat. We lower our windows and start taking the rotten things down. I freak out over every shot. The loud bangs will be easy for Jake to hear, but we have no silencers. I'm a little pissed off that Larry decided this option without discussing it with me first, without weighing both pros and cons. But it's a little too late now.

Finally the last one out the door returns to its death-state - for good this time - and we get out of the truck. Larry is grinning at me, proud of himself. I don't have the heart to inform him Jake is most likely not that far behind now, so I just give him a glare, but keep my mouth shut, and hop toward the door of the house. I feel his confusion at my less-than-excited reaction to his quick-thinking. If only it hadn't been such quick-thinking.

I lean my back against the wall next to the door and lean over to look inside, ready to shoot in case of stragglers. Seeing and hearing nothing, I motion Larry to lead the way. After he goes inside, gun ready, I follow with all my senses on high-alert. I can't move as well or as fast as he can, so he "orders" me to sit on a kitchen chair and wait for him.

Thanks. I believe I will.

I turn the chair so that I can see down the hall, and back out to the garage, with just a quick turn of my head. I can hear Larry as he makes his way through the downstairs and then the upper floor, clearing each room. Finally, he comes back and sits in the chair next to me.

"All clear. Do you want me to see if the phone works?" he asks me.

I nod my head and watch as he walks to the telephone attached to the wall across the room. He lifts the receiver and I hold my breath, totally expecting it to be as dead as the corpses in the garage.

And guess what?

It is.

Larry replaces the receiver as he shakes his head, then turns to me and apologizes - as if it's his fault. I pull an envelope that's lying on the table toward me - a phone disconnect notice which I'd already seen and the reason I had a good idea the phone wouldn't be working - grab a pen that's also on the table, and write down my Mom's cell number. I also write a message.

Mom,

Either a zombie got me or Jake did. If it's Jake, don't even bother trying to rescue me. Most likely he's got plenty of weapons and ammo.

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