The Apocalypse Survivors by Peter Meredith

Author:Peter Meredith [Meredith, Peter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse, Literature & Fiction, Action & Adventure, Horror, Genre Fiction, War & Military
Published: 2014-03-13T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 24

Neil

New Eden, Georgia

“Neil!” Mark cried, sounding more like a ten-year-old who had just had a nightmare than a six-foot tall man armed with a handgun the size and weight of a tool box. “Get down here. They’re coming.”

Neil hardly needed the warning. From his vantage on the platform high up in the tree he had a perfect view of the land all around, even with only the stars to light the field. There were indeed stiffs flooding in. He had time, not much, but enough to examine the wood planks closer, looking for clues.

There were none. Even with his lighter casting a golden radiance, the pale white boards that formed the platform were clean and fresh, appearing almost if they had been cut and hammered into place recently. There were no blood stains to indicate a struggle. Nor were there scratches suggesting that Sadie had been dragged down against her will.

“Neil, come on, man!” Mark begged.

A glance over his shoulder, told Neil he had run out of time; the zombies had closed rapidly. It was time to go.

He wasn’t keen on heights and had it been a normal night, he would have gone down the rough ladder hammered into the tree, clinging to each plank with the herculean strength that only someone nearly paralyzed with fright could manage, however just then his fear wasn’t turned inward.

He was afraid for his little girl. She was injured. She was alone. She had disappeared. Neil zipped down the tree like a monkey and climbed into the Rover just inches ahead of the closest zombie. “Don’t floor it,” he ordered Mark, who looked as though he was on the verge of doing just that. “I want to be able to come back in the light and check for clues…if we don’t find her tonight.”

His gut told him that they wouldn’t.

Her ankle had been so swollen that she couldn’t place even the slightest weight on it. That meant she had either been given a ride or she crawled away—another reason to go slow.

“Back up,” Neil told Mark. “Straight back the way we came. She could be out in the field, hiding from the stiffs and the last thing I want to do is run her over.”

“Oh, this sucks,” Mark whispered as he drove in reverse, plowing over the grey bodies of the undead. “I keep thinking that I’m hitting her.”

Neil, who was turned full around in his seat assured him he wasn’t, though he didn’t really know. After they retreated to the corn, they stopped and just scanned the field as the zombies came chasing after them.

“She’s not one of them,” Mark said. He had his high beams pointing full into the face of the horde. There was hope in his voice. Neil didn’t feel it.

Of course she wasn’t a zombie; she had been safe up in that tree. What could have enticed her to climb down? Someone in need of help? It was true that Sadie was brave to a fault sometimes. Or was it someone looking to help themselves? She had been alone, unarmed, and injured.

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