MZS: Philadelphia (Metropolitan Zombie Survivors Book 3) by McAdams K. D

Author:McAdams, K. D. [McAdams, K. D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Caveman Worldwide
Published: 2014-10-16T22:00:00+00:00

Parker

Chapter 7

The vehicle is definitely military, but then again these people are not. None of them are wearing a uniform and their weapons are less organized than the earlier men. In fact, I think one of them is carrying a hockey stick.

I can’t figure out their movements or strategy. Driving around the block once seemed smart. Parking and walking backwards down the street was a less intelligent effort.

Their complete disregard for the body lying in the street was unexpected. Based on the earlier shootings, one dead man would not have warranted a trip from the killers. There were no women to kidnap and they must have determined he was alone before shooting.

A lone body lying in the street should have surprised a new group of people not familiar with the murder-kidnap cycle. It could be that they understand this zombie situation more than I do and they were justified in leaving the corpse.

When the boy appeared in the square, I knew things were going to get bad fast. I have to assume he was in the Humvee, because I saw no one on the street when Damon ran out.

This sensation is something I’ve never experienced before. Everything in view was moving in slow motion. I knew what was going to happen before it occurred. Still, I was paralyzed. Could I have called out and helped them before the shot rang out?

From my vantage point the red mist, bell ring and gunshot were simultaneous. Is it fair that I hoped it was the man and not the child? There may not be honor among thieves, but even during the zombie apocalypse, are there people who could intentionally kill a kid?

Being near the hotel does not assure my safety. The shooters appear to have lines of sight over a wide area of the square. Stepping out from behind the door could make me the next target.

Susan speaks to me again. “Help them.”

Maybe my fight isn’t for justice. Maybe my fight is for survival.

There needs to be a distraction. If the shooters have more to deal with, the runners will have a better chance. The gunfire from the Humvee has paused; maybe he has a problem or ran out of bullets.

Next to nothing is at my disposal. Damon had a knife. I could have used that to reflect the light into the shooter’s eyes, but I don’t even have a watch to try that tactic out with.

If I leave the window by the door, I won’t see what happens to the runners. That may be a good thing, but it feels like I’m giving up on them. Standing here watching in fear is not helping, though.

In the stairwell under the last flight of stairs is a sign with two cinder blocks. The sign reads “Hotel Monaco Main Entrance” with an arrow underneath. My guess is they place it down on the corner to direct traffic from the side street when business is slow.

With the horde of zombies milling about in the lobby, I suspect most people would prefer to avoid the main entrance.

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