The Z Word by Bella Street

Author:Bella Street [Street, Bella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Science Fiction, Zombies, Fiction, General
ISBN: 9781463567620
Google: FuvOjwEACAAJ
Amazon: 1463567626
Goodreads: 11849680
Publisher: CreateSpace
Published: 2011-06-05T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

They climbed into the jeep in silence except for Popov's barked orders and Lani's muffled sobs. Jared and the new girls went with one of the gunmen to his jeep, while Seffy and the others were with Popov and the second thug. They held on tight to the sides when Popov mashed the gas pedal and lurched forward in the sand. Seffy looked back but the hill soon blocked any view of the safe house or Malone.

Details swam in her mind but she couldn't gather them together into anything rational. Malone was left to be eaten, Popov worked for somebody who knew about them, and she still didn't know how she'd ended up in Montana in the first place.

After at least an hour of bouncing in a jeep without shock absorbers, Addy, sitting with her arm around the hunched figure of Lani, tapped a spot of rust near her arm. “This jeep looks ancient. Maybe this mysterious person who wants to meet you is a cheapskate.”

Seffy stared at her with weary annoyance. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“I don't know if he's cheap but I'm pretty sure he's ruthless.” Gareth lowered his voice over the roar of the grinding engine. Seffy and Addison leaned closer. “Those guns are Kalashnikovs.”

“Does that mean 'old' in Russian?” Seffy asked.

“No, they're AK-47s, invented by the Soviets.”

Seffy furrowed her brow. “Anatole and Popov sound Russianish, don't they?”

He nodded. “I'm thinking there must be some separatist Russian group here. Maybe some old Soviet die-hards.”

“Malone sounds more Irish than separatist,” Seffy said.

Addy pursed her lips. “None of them have Russian accents.”

“That's true.” Gareth scratched his head. “Makes it doubtful the Russians have somehow invaded the United States.”

“Oooh,” said Trent from behind. “Like in Red Dawn. No doubt your favorite movie.”

Seffy turned. “Do you always have to be nasty?”

“Actually Red Dawn was an awesome movie,” Gareth said, distracted.

“Hello, The Devil Wears Prada was an awesome movie,” Seffy corrected, alarmed her friend was flying his freak flag again.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Addison mocked.

“But if they're not Russian,” Gareth said, “maybe they're communists and changed their names to reflect the Russian Homeland.”

“It's called the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics,” Popov yelled from the driver's seat.

“Well, not anymore,” Addison said back. “Besides, why would it be socialist and republic when it was actually a communist country?”

“Yeah, didn't the Soviet Union collapse when that wall came down?” Seffy grimaced. “Or was that about the whole east and west German thing? I get those two mixed up.”

“The Soviet Union will never fall!”

“Uh oh, ix-na iracle-ma o-na ice-na,” Trent said.

Gareth ignored him. “The Berlin Wall was the final death blow to the Iron Curtain after Gorbachev initiated glasnost and perestroika and pulled the Soviet troops from Afghanistan.”

The jeep lurched to a stop. Popov spun in his seat. “What are you yammering about?”

Gareth raised his hand. “Hey, just answering a question.”

Popov grabbed his gun and pointed it at Gareth. “There will be no more blasphemy in the vehicle, do you understand?”

Gareth put up his hands.

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