Zombies Ate My Neighbors, Family & Friends (Book 1) by Chambliss J.D

Author:Chambliss, J.D. [Chambliss, J.D.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Global Grafx Press
Published: 2013-09-25T07:00:00+00:00

Burger

Burger w/ Cheese

Fries

“Can I get the fries with the burger with cheese?” Jack inquired.

“Is this your order is are you making stupid question again?”

“That's definitely my order,” Jack resigned.

“You pay first, then I make food, this is no fancy restaurant. Fourteen-forty-seven.”

“$14 for a hamburger?” Jack's jaw was agape at this news.

“There is apocalypse on,” The man boomed. “I must slaughter own cows, turn them into ground beef, grow potatoes, make own fries. Would you like fountain drink?”

“Oh god no.”

The angry Russian retreated to the kitchen, which was visible through a small slot in the rear wall.

“Don't stand at my counter!” The Russian yelled. “You make ground beef nervous!”

Jack retreated to one of the tables and slid a chair out. He sat down on the padded seat, back to the door, which in hindsight was probably a bad idea. If he had been facing the door, he would have been able to peer through the window, which would have alerted him to a fairly large number of zombies honing in on his scent, which happened to be all over the front seat of the jeep. In addition, he might have actually been able to observe the zombies as they managed to form a group and flipped it over onto its roof. These would have been helpful pieces of information, but he was completely oblivious as he sat down, and as he ate his meal, which the angry Russian was kind enough to bring him. When he was halfway through his sandwich, something happened at the gas station behind him. It might have been that the zombies gained access to the flare gun in the back of the jeep, or perhaps they simply caused a spark, but the pump Jack had been parked at suddenly burst into flames, taking the entire station with it.

Jack rose from his chair and spun around almost simultaneously, knocking the chair onto the floor.

“Shit, shit, shit!” He screamed as he exited the restaurant, M4 in hand. He made a bee line toward the gas station, though he wasn't sure what he thought he was going to accomplish. As he came close, the heat itself seemed to create an impenetrable barrier. He raised his hand to his face, trying to see through the flames. He then realized that his hand didn't have x-ray vision built into it.

“Well, well, what have we here?” A voice behind him piped up.

Jack turned around slowly, and in the process found that he was surrounded by leather clad thugs. Four of them.

“What the hell do you want?” He demanded. “This isn't a good time.”

One of the men suddenly reached forward and snatched the M4 out of Jack's hand.

“We'll take that for sure, and anything else you've got of value,” one of the others said.

Jack instinctively made a move to recover the stolen weapon, but instead of actually laying his hands on it, he was smacked in the front of his face with the stock. He stumbled backward into the waiting arms of one of the thugs.

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