Z: UK (A Zombie Novel) by Whaley David

Author:Whaley, David [Whaley, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Zombies
Published: 2015-08-05T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

“So, you came back to the car to find this note,” said Natalie holding it up for everyone to see.

“That’s what I said,” said Leon.

“But you didn’t notice anybody following you?”

“Nope.”

“How about you, Devlin?”

“Nothing.”

Natalie found it strange that someone had appeared out of nowhere, placed the note and disappeared again without anybody noticing but surrendered to the fact it had been found and they needed to decide on what to do next.

“We have to go check it out,” suggested an enthusiastic Devlin.

“I’m with Devlin. We can’t just sit around doing nothing. We need to progress.”

She thought for a moment knowing that the males of the group were correct and brushed back a loose strand of hair that had been tickling her nose far too long.

She studied the note. It was a piece of paper torn from a lined sheet with writing not following the normal rules as the words had been written diagonally across it.

“It seems that whoever this did so in a rush. It looks as though it has potential to have been neatly written, somewhere in between,” said Natalie her nose screwed up whilst examining it.

“More importantly, I think, it’s been written by a women,” said Devlin.

“Really? What makes you say that?”

“I agree with Devlin,” said Leon. “Look at the way it is joined, extra swirls of lines where there needn’t be any. Females tend to decorate their writing a bit. Remember that scrap of paper you wrote on recently? Well, you do exactly the same.”

“That’s exactly what I meant,” said Devlin. “The only thing missing are the little hearts above the letter ‘I.’”

“This could also be a trap. An ambush. It could’ve been written by that woman, Bravo wotsit, you were telling me about,” said Heather.

The group considered this for a moment, Leon glancing down at his firearm.

“We will do our best but we can’t just sit around here and wait for everyone to become infected, food to run out or the American Air Force to bomb us to high heaven,” said Leon. “We go. We leave in one hour. Food now.”

Devlin and Natalie didn’t disagree whilst Heather made a squeaking sound as she prepared to challenge the decision cutting herself short mid word.

The coterie, including Heather, made their way again to the canteen and Devlin volunteered to prepare the meal of the day. He prepared a meal not considering the rationing required. Instead, he focused on the impending adventure, knowing that this may well end up being their last meal.

For dinner was a small chicken pie each, peas, chips and beans that caused even Leon to smile countering his normal grumpy and serious self. They sat and ate with barely a conversation developing.

Natalie looked at the time depicted on the large clock, heard ticking away, hung on the wall at one end of the canteen. The time was 1647 hours. Thirteen minutes to go. Another three minutes and they had all finished eating.

Leon was first to get to the vehicle and opened the boot lid unlocking a lock box contained within.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.