The Wild Ones [Book 2] by Jack Hunt

Author:Jack Hunt [Hunt, Jack]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombies
Published: 2017-12-15T05:00:00+00:00

The Last Supper

I’m not a religious person, but I’ve always believed in some kind of higher power, something that brought together everything that we are. My parents? I think they were at one time. I have vague memories of them arguing over what they believed. My mother enjoyed the company of others on a Sunday and my father; well, I think he just wanted to spend more time in bed. The only clear memory I have as a child was sitting in Sunday school and reading from a colorful book that showed images of Christ at the Last Supper. It stood out in my mind because here was this guy, God or whatever you want to call him, chilling with all these guys around a table, knocking back wine and swallowing down on a few chicken wings, knowing that one of them was about to betray him. Imagine that? It would have pissed me off but not him. Nope, he didn’t chew the guy out or tell the others to beat the crap out of him, instead he told him to go and do whatever he was about to do, quickly. Anyway, I’m not sure why I’m telling you this but I guess that evening around the table, it kind of felt like that. It probably doesn’t help that there were twelve of us, and we were breaking bread — pizza bread, but bread nonetheless.

As the group thinned out and people retreated to the two rooms that Daniels had selected for the night, I found myself unable to sleep. I was exhausted, and the wine had done a real number on my head but I felt this heaviness in my chest, a sense that something wasn’t right.

“You not turning in?” Alexa asked, strolling up behind me as I stood by the truck looking out at the empty road. Occasionally a Z would stagger by, but they were far and few between in this town. I imagined they had wandered off as a crowd making their way into the wild to find food.

“Can’t sleep,” I said, covering my mouth to yawn.

“Me neither,” she muttered before hopping up onto the back of the truck which was partially jammed through the doors. The only way to get in or out was to climb into the truck bed.

“You think your parents are still alive?”

I cast a sideways glance at her. “If they made it onto the boat, maybe, but I don’t hold out hope for them. Not now. Not after all we’ve seen.”

She nodded. There was a few minutes of silence.

“What were you hoping to do after finishing school?” she asked.

“It’s going to sound stupid but pursue a career in MMA. Maybe go on later and start a gym.”

She laughed.

“I told you it would sound stupid.”

“No, I’m not saying it is, but haven’t you thought about how dangerous that is?”

“Alexa, you can cross the road and be hit by a car.”

“Yeah, but you can choose to cross the road, just as you can choose whether to get your head pounded in.

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