Undead 02 The Undead Haze by Eloise J Knapp

Author:Eloise J Knapp [Knapp, Eloise J]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: undead, zombies, apocalypse
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

When I woke up, I found myself staring at a pot of dead flowers. The fallen petals were dark and crispy. The branches were nothing more than twigs. It rested in the center of the coffee table, as forgotten and useless as I felt. Pink and green bunnies were printed across the pot with word bubbles coming from their mouths. ‘Happy Easter!’

My eyes were crusty and swollen. Mouth was sticky, but my throat felt dry. It seemed like that was always how I woke up, feeling like I’d been through the ringer. Then again, I had been. This time the smell of food redeemed the otherwise unpleasant morning.

My head was throbbing and my legs were stiff from sleeping on a couch a tad too short for me.

Shuffling sounded from the kitchen. I pulled my boots onto sore feet and stretched as I stood.

Today we’ll make progress. We won’t get hung up by anything. Fuck, we might even get to the island.

I tried to be optimistic, hoping it would make a difference.

“Hey, I made...I don’t know. Chicken and beans, I guess.”

Beau stood in the garage entrance, holding a steaming plate of white meat with black beans scattered throughout. It didn’t look appetizing, but when I saw the steam coming off of it my mouth watered.

“The end of times won’t stop you from making hot food, huh?” I took the plate from him. The meat and beans held the metallic taste all expired canned foods had. But it was delicious, and I wolfed it down while I went to look through the front window.

“I was looking through the garage while you were sleeping. Found one of those camping stoves and felt like eating something other than half-frozen cafeteria food.”

“That’s fine with me,” I said. “Thanks.”

I didn’t have a perfect view of the road, but I couldn’t see any tracks from last night. It wasn’t snowing anymore, though it must have fallen heavily overnight to cover the tire marks so well. The sky was perfectly blue, which explained why I was so cold. Clear days were always colder than cloudy ones.

The dead, white world outside sparkled in the sunlight. There were no sign of the undead or life of any kind. It was a nice day for a funeral.

“Pickle.” I coughed to clear the phlegm from my throat. “Pickle died last night. I wanted to burn her body. Ground is probably too cold to dig.”

Beau didn’t look sympathetic, but nodded curtly. “I found a lot of wood in the garage. Lighter fluid near the grill.”

We made two trips to carry logs outside. The ever resourceful Beau found a shovel in the garage and cleared away a circle of snow. Here, we doused the wood in lighter fluid. It took a little longer to find a lighter, but there was one in the kitchen, in the drawer right under the counter where Pickle lay.

I carried her body outside and set it on the top of the wood. She looked awkward and felt stiff. Just a lifeless, dead rodent.

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