Dext of the Dead (Book 2): We Are The Infected: by Kuhn Steve

Author:Kuhn, Steve [Kuhn, Steve]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: zombies
Publisher: Books of the Dead Press
Published: 2014-06-05T04:00:00+00:00

Entry 67

JC told them it was time to put up or shut up—go hard or go home. The cross-huggers geared up and loaded their Humvee as we sorted ourselves out. Murphy and Fart are riding in Murphy’s pickup with JC, while me, Cutty, Kylee, and Rebecca have the jeep. After the last week’s events, and our losses, we wanted to see the ruins of Kilo Company for ourselves. It wasn’t like we were forcing Matthew to take us or anything, but it was strongly suggested that he lead us to them. By strongly, I mean maybe Cutty stood behind them while JC and Kylee idly chatted about how they would gut anyone who lied about possible rescue.

I’ve spent this time in the jeep with Rebecca, trying to offer some sort of comfort. She seems at peace with the whole thing. The marriage ceremony has put her mind at ease; and being that she believes in God and the vows she took, I think she is happy knowing she will see Trey again one day. I worry about it, though. She never did say whether Trey pulled the trigger himself or if she did it for him.

Either way, it was a murder or a suicide by definition… and isn’t there a rule about that and getting into heaven? It’s really hard to offer someone comfort and support when their manner of thinking is the opposite of your own. I’ve caught myself more than once nearly blurting that out. It just feels like I’m getting colder… like I care less and less.

Murphy found a sleeper in one of the remaining buildings this morning as we began the final clearing phase. We were busting the locks and going room to room, scavenging and gathering whatever we could find that would be useful. We kicked in the door to one of the stock rooms, which was really just full of blank targets and shit. This stinker was just lying there, clearly bitten on the arms and neck.

So, anyway, Fart instantly started her low growling to warn us as the dead bitch sparked to attention and tried to get to her feet. Fart was having none of that shit and darted into the dimly lit room, pinning it down by the neck. Murphy put an arrow through its eyeball and told Fart she could back away. “Lividity,” Murphy said as he pulled the arrow from the dead bitch’s eye socket with a sickening schlok.

I asked him what he meant.

“Lividity, Sally. It happens when you die and lie there for a while. All the fluids in your body, blood for example, settle because of gravity and pool at the bottom of the corpse. So, back before the dead began to walk, if someone died lyin’ on their back and wasn’t found for a day or two… When they were discovered, they would be all bruised and purple lookin’ if you rolled them over—lividity. I think that’s why these things sleep sometimes.”

I was following what he was

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