Zombie Chaos (Book 3): Terror on the Bayou by Martone D.L

Author:Martone, D.L. [Martone, D.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Publisher: NGU Publishing
Published: 2020-02-24T22:00:00+00:00

Fuck.

Immediately, I knew her mother would turn into a zombie and try to eat me. Hell, the woman had never really liked me, as evidenced by the disdainful looks, sarcastic comments, and snap judgments she often reserved for her only son-in-law. A zombified version of Jill would be truly terrifying – and it was a foregone conclusion that I would be her first meal.

“Don’t worry, baby,” I lied, turning away to secure the van. “I don’t think a scratch will do anything.”

When I faced Clare again, she didn’t respond, just stared into my eyes, as if striving to gauge the truth. Normally, she possessed topnotch lie-detecting abilities. She always seemed to notice the slight flare of my nostrils whenever I’d fib about buying junk food at the grocery store, or the twitch in my goatee whenever I’d deny forgetting to put the trash can out on the street, or the tiniest change in pitch whenever I’d pretend that her constant lateness didn’t drive me crazy.

In truth, I didn’t often attempt to deceive her. Clare was my best friend, and for the most part, I could tell her anything. Even if I thought another woman was attractive. In fact, she’d usually point out the hottest chicks first, whether we were watching a movie, exploring some exotic place, or simply strolling down Bourbon Street. Still, whenever I did try passing off a fib or a white lie, she always managed to detect the falsehood.

When it came to protecting her, though, or keeping her anxiety at bay, I could be a stone-cold, ace poker player: virtually unreadable. So, even though I suspected her mother’s scratch would soon evolve into a full-blown zombie infection, I kept my mouth shut and my tells under wraps. I simply wasn’t in the mood for such a fatalistic conversation, especially with curious zombies within earshot. As it was, we’d already pressed our luck by standing out in the open for so long.

Luckily, after a few seconds of studying my face, Clare merely sighed, secured the lid atop the carrier, and lowered Azazel by her side. Then, she clutched one of my hands and guided me toward the rear of her mother’s house.

Before leading me around the corner, Clare paused and glanced back at the hatchback. “I hope Bella’s OK.”

After deciding to drive to Baton Rouge on Halloween and try convincing her mother to head up north with us, Clare had borrowed the hatchback from a fellow student in her burlesque class. I had no idea if her friend was still alive, and frankly, I hadn’t considered the woman’s safety at all until Clare mentioned her.

I shrugged. “Couldn’t say, but I hope so, too.”

“At the very least, I hope she was able to leave town. Even without her car.”

Our eyes met again, and I could see the guilt and regret in hers. But how could she have guessed that the predicted zombie apocalypse would arrive a week early? It had obviously caught me by surprise, too – I still had the bloody knot on my head to prove it.

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