Southern Zombies 5: South of Hell by Riley Ann

Author:Riley, Ann [Riley, Ann]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Ann Riley
Published: 2016-08-16T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

On our way home, we ran into a few biters. Most of them were just standing in place, and a few were crawlers, but when they saw us, they started ambling and crawling toward the truck. It looked to be about twenty or so in the group.

“Be careful driving around them. We don’t need anything to stop us in the middle of this.” I tell Marc.

“Yeah. No shit.” Marc says.

Sometimes it seems as though we rarely see a zombie, then other times it feels like we see them everywhere. I’m wondering how long it will take them to die out. Will they die out? If there is no more human food for them to eat, will they die? Would they be able to hibernate, or maybe even go into some sort of stasis if, and when, their food supply runs low?

It’s been fourteen months or so since the zombies. I can’t keep an actual count anymore. Time seems to have no meaning in everyday life now.

You wake up at dawn and go to bed when it gets dark. There isn’t any need to monitor time. Why would we? We have no appointments, work, or activities to attend. There is no school for the kids anymore. Tammy and Becky home school the younger ones each day in a classroom they put together in the basement of our home. Doc participates by introducing the older ones to medicine and has them practice bandaging, taking vital signs, and is currently showing them how to give injections via a doll that he brought with him from his office in Jackson.

We are trying to rebuild some kind of normalcy within the family, but really, how normal can we make it with zombies running around?

A loud bang on the side of the truck brings me out of my reverie. I look over in time to see an expression on Marc’s face that tells me he is going to unleash the Hounds of Hell on the next biter that hits his truck. When I turn around to look out the back window, I see a couple of sprinters about to grab a hand hold on the side rail of the truck bed.

“Help me out the window Diane.”

“What? Why?”

I point to the back of the truck with my chin and she slides the window open. I put Morgan into the floor of the truck and tell her to lie still.

“We don’t have time to crawl through, let me in the window. I can shoot from here.” Diane says.

So much for our hearing.

Her first shot rings out and it sounds like we are in a tin barrel. The noise is deafening.

The arm of the first biter veers off to the right and Diane quickly fires again relieving him of his second arm.

I look around at Bobby and Marc only to see Bobby steering the truck while Marc shoots from his window. I guess the one that hit his truck is having seconds thoughts about his mistake now.

Diane takes out the two sprinters and there are only a few crawlers left.

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