The Apocalypse Chronicles (Book 2): New World [Undead] by DeLeon Jon

Author:DeLeon, Jon [DeLeon, Jon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombies
Published: 2018-07-04T04:00:00+00:00

Kira put away the last of the dishes from tonight’s dinner. The plate was part of a matching set and fit neatly in a hideaway drawer. This boat had been really well designed. She was wiping off the table when a knocking at the back door made her jump. It was late, and no one had come over in days.

Outside the door was a man she had never seen before. He was about forty years of age, large, wearing a T-shirt and overalls. On his face was a smile, and he waved welcomingly. Kira returned his look with one of a puzzled demeanor. Who was this guy? She walked over and opened the door.

“Hello. Can I help you?” Kira asked.

“I certainly hope so.” Chester nodded his head in an appreciative manner. “I was actually hoping we could help each other out.”

“Okay.” Kira was still very confused.

Chester looked around at the other yachts. “Well it’s something that can’t be discussed in the view of prying eyes. Can I come in?”

Kira thought for a moment. As she looked around, she spotted a set of blinds moving. She stepped backward, waving him inside.

Chester smiled and walked in. His plan had worked perfectly. Kira had grown suspicious of her neighbors. Her paranoia gave him his opportunity.

Kira closed the door behind them and pushed a button, closing all the blinds around the ship.

“So what did you want to discuss, Mister . . .”

“Almont, Chester Almont.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You as well, Kira,” Chester said with an excited tone.

Kira instantly furled her brow and grew suspicious. “How do you know my name?”

“Oh, I’m a fisherman, and I deal with Frannie. I’ve seen you talking to her a few times.” Chester didn’t really deal with Frannie. He actually resented her. She was what was called a “freshwater conch.” People born in Key West proudly called themselves “conchs,” while anyone who relocated to the area after seven years could be known as a “freshwater conch.” Frannie had set up shop in town years ago, and her success had bankrupted two stores that were owned by born “conchs.” But Chester was not against dropping her name in a ploy to gain some report with Kira. It worked. Kira shoulders eased, and her posture became less tense.

“Oh, okay. Well then, you said we could help each other out, how?” Kira asked.

“Well we are both fisherman, and it has not gone unnoticed that you seem to bring in a massive haul every day.”

Kira sat down. “And?”

“And you have a very small boat.”

Kira looked around the Marquis quizzically.

“A small fishing boat, I mean.” Chester laughed. “No, your home is quite nice.”

“Thanks. As for the fishing boat, it suits me fine.”

“Yes, but it doesn’t hold much of a catch. What I want to do is offer you an opportunity, one that you really can’t say no to. I have a larger fishing boat with a much larger hold. You clearly have some sort of knowledge about where the fish are. So what I’m suggesting is that we team up.

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