Eric S. Brown by Zombie Anthology

Author:Zombie Anthology
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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“Who are you people?” Scott asked, “And what was all that back there about?”

The taller, redneck looking black man answered, “I’m Jim and this is Mr. O’Neil. We’re from The Queen.”

The man identified as O’Neil just kept staring at Hannah as she asked, “What’s The Queen?”

“That,” Jim pointed out into the water in the direction they were speeding for.

“Holy shit,” Scott muttered. The Queen was a ship and a damn big one from the looks of her. She was as long as a battleship but certainly not military in nature or at least, she hadn’t started out that way. Her overall hull was a tarnished white spotted by the odd piece or plate of wielded on armor. Jury rigged gun emplacements ran the length of her decks from port to stern. She’d definitely seen better days but even with the tiny amount Scott knew about ships he could tell she had a lot of power left in her yet.

Jim piloted the motor boat right up to her side. Heavily armed men and women threw down cables from her deck to haul up the crates of supplies the raiders had returned with. “Too bad we can’t keep this baby,” Jim said mournfully to no one in particular, “She’s a fine little boat in own right.”

“We’re keeping her fuel,” O’Neil ordered as he finally snapped out of the stunned haze he’d been in. “Make sure you drain her tanks before you go up.” Then O’Neil turned to Scott and Hannah. He caught one of the ropes that were raining down around them and handed it to Hannah. “Welcome aboard, ma’am,” he said with a sincere smile that lit up his face.

Scott and Hannah scurried up the rope into the crowd of people on The Queen’s main deck. Both were overwhelmed by their welcome. Hannah couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen so many real, living, breathing people. O’Neil pulled himself up behind them and was barking orders at the crowd before his feet even hit the deck proper.

“Let’s get loaded up quickly people,” he yelled at the top of his lungs over the chaos, “We need get out of here before the dead get it together and come sailing after us.”

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