Ghosts: Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse by Shawn Chesser

Author:Shawn Chesser [Chesser, Shawn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Morbid Press
Published: 2015-01-07T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 39

Enveloped in a brown cloud of dust and with the raucous sound of a mini avalanche nipping at her heels, Glenda reached the bottom of the decline without twisting an ankle or even a scratch for that matter.

She hobbled the last twenty feet across uneven ground strewn about with rocks and tree limbs, fell to her hands and knees and plunged her face in the water and drank greedily.

When she’d had her fill, she rolled over onto her back and sat up and scrunched around until the water was running by in front of her left to right. She washed her face and neck vigorously, using sand to abrade away the stubborn dried bits of internals still clinging to her skin. She did the same to her hands and wrists and watched the oil-slickened water carry away the scraps of decayed skin and flesh.

She unlaced her hikers, wrenched them off, and tossed them to the side. Didn’t bother removing the blood-soaked socks with any kind of restraint. Just peeled them away, sloughed off skin and all, and unceremoniously tossed them atop one another in the sand.

Perspiring profusely, she decided the soiled sweatpants had to go. Careful not to disturb the taped-on magazines, she pulled the long-sleeved shirt over her head. As she placed it on the ground near her socks, she couldn’t help noticing the horizontal black streaks on both arms and the sooty palm prints incurred when the throng of zombies at the foot of Violet’s drive had nearly knocked her from the bike.

She threw a hard shiver as it hit her full on how close she had been to death. Not once, but three times in one day. Four, if she counted Louie. But that was in proximity only. She had been in no jeopardy in the presence of her bound undead husband.

Counting her lucky stars, and wondering how much longer they’d be aligned in her favor, she eyed the crystalline water that had been so close, yet so far, and subliminally calling her name for miles. Little more than a creek at this location, the burbling water and smooth stones were just what she had envisioned. She let out a little yelp and cast a nervous glance uphill when her bare feet finally hit the ice cold water. Thrust her toes into the sand and rubbed her heels and arches gently back and forth on the pea-sized pebbles. Twice, over the creek’s gentle murmur, she thought she heard the rasps of the dead coming from the State Route above. And both times she held her breath unnecessarily, looked up expecting to see flesh eaters, but, thankfully, only saw the red bike leaning against the guardrail precisely where she’d left it.

She read page 1 through 164 in her blue book and by the time she closed the dog-eared and highlighter-marked tome she figured she’d been soaking her feet for close to an hour. She stuffed the book between her jeans and the small of her back and

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