The Book of Riley: A Zombie Tale 3 by Mark Tufo & Sean Runnette

Author:Mark Tufo & Sean Runnette [Tufo, Mark & Runnette, Sean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781452610320
Publisher: Tantor Media
Published: 2013-07-30T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOUR

The events of the day had me more tired than I could ever remember. I tried to stay awake for Jessie, but I was so tired, the heat from the great sand pit had me exhausted. I fell asleep almost immediately. For a while in my sleep images, I was very happy. I was again asleep on Alpha Female’s large couch. I had never been more comfortable! Baby Zachary was bringing me some of his cereal, which never happened. He didn’t move around too much on his own but I would always stay near to his feeding grounds because the dry round O’s he used to eat would always end up in my domain—the floor.

But in my sleep images he was walking and tossing the O’s all around and most were luckily ending up in my mouth! Then it got bad—zombies had broken through the backdoor on my watch! One of them had Ben-Ben in its mouth and he was screaming to me for help. I was going into the kitchen when I saw more of them coming in through the backdoor, the zombie holding Ben-Ben ripped the small dog in half with its teeth but still Ben-Ben cried to me for help—‘Rileeeeey!’. I started to run away as life fluid poured from my small pack mate, no matter how hard or fast I tried to move I couldn’t get away from the flowing blood or the zombies. I started to get stuck in the murky liquid. I was crying out for one of the alphas, anybody to help me, one of the zombies grabbed my side; I waited for the searing pain of teeth ripping through my flesh.

“It’s okay, girl. It’s okay—good girl,” Jess was saying to me as I awoke with a jolt. “You just had a bad dream, girl, it’s alright,” Jess said soothingly as she rubbed my side. “You were yelping in your sleep and your paws were going a mile a minute.” She laughed a little bit, but it was a nervous laugh. I did not believe she felt any merriment, I could not smell anything to indicate she was happy. Nervousness smells a bit like rusty iron and she was flooded in the flakes of it.

“I need to stop, Riley, I’m so tired. Do you have any ideas?” she asked me.

I didn’t know how long I had slept; the burning disc was gone, replaced by the cool pale version, the moon is what my ancestors called it. The heat of the day was gone and I was now getting cold, hunger was still gnawing through my stomach like an un-chewed squirrel. I looked out the window, the sand was being replaced by more and more brush but it still looked very empty of everything two-legger built.

“She needs to find a house, Riley,” Patches said, standing on the center console, looking out at the same scene I was.

I looked in the back of the wheeler. I didn’t know if it was the light from

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