Just Another Day in the Zombie Apocalypse (Episode 2) by L.C. Mortimer

Author:L.C. Mortimer [Mortimer, L.C.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Published: 2016-10-22T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Mark went to the corpse that had overalls on and kicked it with his foot. The corpse rolled, almost obediently. He barely had to touch it. Mark squatted down and checked its pockets, trying to think of it only as a zombie and not as a human. If he thought about it as a man, as a former person, his heart might not be able to handle it. Mark had learned long ago to separate those feelings, to separate the living from the dead.

This was no longer a person.

It was no longer someone’s son, someone’s father, someone’s lover.

It was only a thing, only something that could be broken and tossed away. It was only a body. It was only a pile of clothes and skin. Nothing more.

It was nothing more.

He pulled the wallet from the body. Despite the heat, the leather was cool in his hand. He pulled the cash from the wallet and shoved it in his pocket. There wasn’t much, but a little bit would add up quickly, and he had learned long ago to take advantage of any resource he could. He wasn’t under the impression he’d be able to use cash anytime soon, but he planned to save it up as he found it, just in case.

Then Mark looked at the driver’s license and checked the address.

“What are you doing?” Alice asked.

“Finding us a place to live,” Mark held up the license and tapped the address. The zombies inside the gas station were getting louder, more anxious to escape. The glass was starting to sound weak, like it could break at any moment, and he knew they didn’t have long. Still, he tried to stay calm, tried to keep his head together.

“Because he’s dead,” she said, her voice filled with awe as she realized what Mark was saying. “Because we already know he’s dead and the house is going to be empty.”

“Maybe he has a family,” Kyle said.

“Or maybe they’re still inside the gas station,” Mark said quietly.

The three of them turned at looked at the littlest people infected by the death plague, their tiny hands pounding on the inside of the glass.

It was time to go.

Mark reached into the corpse’s pocket and pulled out its keys. The key ring was much too full, in Mark’s opinion. No one needed a tiny troll on their keychain. They just didn’t.

“Follow us,” Mark said to Kyle, who nodded and went to the Pontiac Sunfire. It roared to life and Kyle pulled out of the parking spot and to the side of the lot, ready to follow their lead when they pulled out of the parking lot.

Mark headed to the Honda and climbed in the passenger seat.

“You’re going to let me drive?” Alice said, surprised.

“Why wouldn’t I let you drive?”

“Because I crashed my fucking car the other day. What if I crash this one, too?”

“Do you often get in wrecks, Alice?”

“Well, no, but…” Her voice trailed off, and he knew what she wanted to say. He knew she was going to say she was scared, that she was worried she’d kill them both.

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