P. J. Kelley by Zombie World Order

Author:Zombie World Order [Order, Zombie World]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Amazon: B004Z1TN1C
Goodreads: 13514826
Publisher: P.J. KELLEY
Published: 2012-07-19T13:54:42+00:00

Chapter Eight: Marie Loads Up

“Pull over,” Marie commanded. Joe looked up, surprised. Throughout this trip, Marie had seemed the most intent of all to get to New York. True, this patch of abandoned and wrecked vehicles looked bad, but no worse than any of the others they had driven by.

“It’s not safe,” vacillated Joe, halting, but not opening the door.

“I thought I saw someone alive waving by that cop car,” Marie improvised. “I’ll check myself, nobody else gets out.” Nobody else wanted to.

Marie strode out alone into the night, her satchel swinging from her hand. She actually pretended to check the few relatively intact bodies, and then crouched down by the dead cop, obstructing the view from the bus with her body. Without any humor, she pried the cop’s gun from his cold dead fingers, and quickly removed his other available equipment-handcuffs, pepper spray, and extra bullets, which she speedily stuffed into her satchel. She looked up quickly when she heard a rustling noise, but it was only the wind playing with some debris. Hurrying, she rose and grabbed a set of keys out of the police car’s ignition, and used one to pop open the trunk, finding what she’d been hoping for-a police shotgun and a couple of boxes of shells and a few boxes of bullets for the revolver. The cop must not have had time to grab the shotgun, since it was a much more formidable weapon than the pistol. She shucked in five shells, and stuffed the rest into her satchel as well.

There was a mangled heap of meat with the remnants of a blue coat and a badge affixed to it. Fighting back her revulsion, she kicked another gun away from the pile, which must have been the other cop’s partner. She swiftly wiped the revolver down.

Some instinct warned her she had been there long enough. The wind sighing through the wreckage and the dead bodies got to her and she had that unmistakable feeling of being watched. Whether she was justifiably cautious, or whether a lifetime of danger had made her overly so was academic, really.

Returning to the minibus, she announced, “Everybody was dead. I figured grab this while I was out there. It might come in handy.” She plopped down on the bus seat, pokerfaced, holding the shotgun over her knees. Joe gave her a strange look as he shut the bus door, but said nothing. The others were also silent. Marie had the calculated cold bloodedness of a cobra, and she inspired respect in the way a cobra is respected. When alone with a cobra, it is best to stay very still until the cobra decides what to do. Marie felt Charlie’s eyes on her, but when she glanced at him, he looked away. His self-assurance seemed to have fallen away as the early morning progressed. Joe peeled out. Looking through the window, Marie could still see no sign of life, but was glad to be getting away from there.

After a moment’s thought, Marie quietly handed the second revolver to Gwen.

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