Murphy's Law (Roads Less Traveled Book 2) by Dulaney C

Author:Dulaney, C. [Dulaney, C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: apocalyptic, permuted press, world war z, max brooks, Zombies, living dead, apocalypse, the walking dead
Publisher: Permuted Press
Published: 2012-09-02T04:00:00+00:00

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“Keep this ice pack on your face for a little while, hopefully it won’t swell much,” Nancy said and adjusted the ice across my nose.

I didn’t thank her; it still hurt to talk. She’d done a nice job stitching just above and below my lips, but the lips themselves looked like hell. Swelled and purple. Mia said it made me look like a punk. I told her in so many grunts to kiss my ass.

John still had men searching the grounds. If Harvel and the other fellow were still here, they were well hidden. Jake was in the hallway making up with Michael and Smith. Martin, however, was still on watch duty. And the zombies, well, the zombies…they were still flocked on the northern approach, moaning and groaning. No more runners had been reported. Not yet. The longer the swarm stayed, the higher the risk of more runners showing up.

“Such a pretty face, please stop letting folks use it as a punching bag,” Nancy said, brushing the back of her hand across my cheek.

I knew she was teasing, but I couldn’t voice my disagreement, or remind her that the first time wasn’t my fault. So I just shrugged, a what-can-ya-do? sort of thing, and watched her leave the room. Finally alone except for Gus, who was sitting anxiously next to the bed, I leaned back until I was staring at the ceiling.

Might as well take advantage of the situation and grab a few winks.

Jake popped his head into the room and asked if I needed anything. After telling him no, he let me know he was going to do another sweep of the building with Michael and Smith. I grunted and waved him away, part of my mind wondering where Mia had gone off to. The other part was already falling asleep.

The last thing I remembered hearing was the guys stomp off down the hallway, and I didn’t wake up again until sometime after three, when Nancy rushed frantically into my room and scared the crap out of Gus, who woke up startled and baying his little head off.

“Kasey, Kasey! Wake up!” she said, shaking my shoulders. My head throbbed and there was a sharp ache in my nose and mouth, so her shaking the daylights out of me worked better than any pot of coffee.

“I’m awake!” I slurred/shouted. She pulled me up into a sitting position and was squeezing my shoulders tightly, but at least she had stopped shaking me.

“What the hell’s wrong?!” I asked. She was sweaty and out of breath like she’d just ran the entire way across the complex. Turns out, she had.

“The deadheads…” She paused to gasp a few ragged breaths. “The zombies are inside the fence.” Another gasp. “They’re right outside the prison!” If she hadn’t been so out of breath, she would have been crying, so terrified she was.

“Ok, easy, Nancy, just breathe. Breathe, that’s it,” I forced myself to say.

Not only was my mouth beat to shit, my guts had suddenly clenched and my diaphragm felt like it was being squeezed in a vise.

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