Z Children (Book 2): The Surge by Constant Eli & Barr B.V

Author:Constant, Eli & Barr, B.V. [Constant, Eli]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Zombie
Published: 2016-07-05T04:00:00+00:00

The fastest way to Atlanta was Highway 20, but by the time we were approaching Shreveport, I knew 20 was going to be out of the question. It seemed to be the main evacuation route for everyone in the area. But going where? Where had all of these people been trying to get to? I didn’t have a clue, and from the look of the abandoned cars, neither did the occupants. The roads were bumper-to-bumper, congestion worse than the District at four o’clock on a Friday afternoon. Then there was the Z’s. In the tight spaces between smashed-up cars, Z kids were congregated. They seemed to be…in conversation? Mouths opening and closing, arms gesticulating. The sound of the truck approaching froze everything for an instant in time that felt like forever.

As I watched fascinated, the Z kids turned in unison from one another to stare at us. I didn’t become unsettled easily, but this caused every inch of my skin to crawl, like a million ants were taking a stroll on my body.

The adults were ambling; glassy, opaque eyes focused on nothing.

Lying in wait.

To my surprise, the Z kids did not immediately approach. Yet, like they were receiving some telepathic direction, the adults ceased being lifeless and directionless. They stopped and also turned.

And time stood still again.

Dust motes floating about in the air ahead of the windshield hung, catching shimmering light and becoming an oddly beautiful counterpoint to the ugliness that was the undead.

I’d already reduced our speed to twenty miles per hour, but I still felt like I was flying as I weaved through the clutter of vehicles and monsters. Slow and steady, slow and steady. I slowed even more, now really crawling along. Don’t make the Z’s think you’re a threat. So far, they didn’t seem to go into savage mode in response to a slow-moving vehicle. But how long would that last? Had we just been lucky so far?

The bypass connecting Highway 20 with 49 was right at the airport, and this was where the inanimate obstacles were the worst. But it was also, for some reason, where the Z’s were the lightest. Glancing at the rearview camera system, I could see that the adults and kid Z’s were still staring at us, following our every move with their film-coated gazes. They weren’t advancing, though. I mentally crossed my fingers and said a prayer. Which I didn’t often do.

I continued to inch my way onto the exchange. At the very top, a blue sedan and a white minivan were crunched together end-to-end, stretched across the exit point. Slowing to a full stop after swerving round a downed motorbike, I sighed. Someone was going to have to get out—more than one person—and we were going to have to clear the way.

Like she’d read my thoughts, Bonnie piped up from the rear cargo. “JW, you’re not thinking what I think you’re thinking, are you?” her voice nervous, the vocal realization of the uncomfortable feeling roiling in the pit of my stomach.

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