Reavers (Z-Risen Series Book 4) by Timothy W. Long

Author:Timothy W. Long
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2015-09-27T04:00:00+00:00

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12:10 hours approximate

Location: Somewhere near Vista, CA

“There’s a safe house around here, but no one’s heard from them in a day. Happens sometimes. If they feel like they’re about to be overrun by Zs, they bug out for a day and come back later,” Mateo said.

“I wondered why we were being sent out. Thought you all had this area secured.”

“Nothing’s secured, bro. It’s the boogeyman out there,” Mateo sighed. “One minute it’s all fun and games, the next it’s running for your life.”

“I haven’t had any fun and games in a while.”

“What, no girl?” Mateo asked.

“Had one, kinda. She and I got separated a few days ago,” I said, and immediately regretted it. Anna was part of the enemy as far as Mateo would be concerned.

“Were you in love with her?” he asked.

“Dude, I don’t know. She was a mess,” I said, hoping he’d drop it.

Mateo found a house with a fenced entryway. He pulled the truck in and maneuvered it around so he was hidden from the road but the front end faced out, in case we needed to make a quick getaway. With the truck close to the fence, we were probably out of sight from all but very persistent prying eyes.

He grabbed a backpack from the rear and dug out a few magazines. He tugged out his sidearm and ejected the mag, inspected the load, and slammed it back home. Then he chambered a round and put the gun back in a drop holster.

I did the same, but tucked the gun under my belt, at the small of my back. I needed to upgrade my gear to compete. In a way Mateo reminded me of Joel, with his efficient movements.

“You military?”

“Nah. I did some ROTC when I was in high school,” Mateo said. “Had a little training with one of the military types. A National Guard named James. But James bought it a few weeks ago.”

I didn’t press, but wondered if James had been one of the paramilitary back at the Costco. It wasn’t any of my business. As long as Mateo knew how to handle himself we’d work well together, assuming I didn’t fuck something up.

I slid out of the truck, dropped into a crouch, and pointed the Springfield in the direction of the house. With the sun rising behind me, I’d be in silhouette, so I kept low. I moved around the back of the vehicle and next to Mateo. We peered at the home, but nothing moved inside.

The front door hung open.

“Let’s B and E,” Mateo said, and moved rapidly to the side of the little white stucco-sided home.

“B and E?” I asked after I’d huffed it to his side.

“Breaking and entering, bro. Six months ago we’d have been tossed in jail. Now it’s like a daily routine.”

“Don’t I know it,” I sighed.

“Watch the front. I’ll check the back. If you get swarmed, whistle or something,” Mateo said.

“Whistle? Like a show tune?”

“Yeah, man. 'Whistle Dixie,'” Mateo chuckled and moved out.

I moved around the home until I found a low double window.

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