Zombies on the Rock (Book 2): The Viking Trail by Carberry Paul

Author:Carberry, Paul [Carberry, Paul]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Publisher: Engen Books
Published: 2017-12-01T05:00:00+00:00

Hank wasn't able to sleep. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had been followed back home. The blizzard outside had finally started to die down, but had left nearly a foot of fresh powder on the ground. He couldn't help but wonder about how they would travel now. Soon there would be too much snow on the roads to get around by car.

Snowflakes lazily fell from the sky, drifting harmlessly down to earth from the sky above. The clouds had already started to part, the full moon casting a faint brightness over the city, while the stars twinkled brightly against the dark backdrop.

"Can't sleep?"

The soft voice startled Hank, making him jump out of his thoughts. He turned around to see that the young girl had gotten out of the old recliner. She was still covered in filthy grime from working in the kitchen. Hank remembered that her name was Sasha, and that the soldiers had her working for long, gruelling hours. Even under all the crud, and despite the fact that she was malnourished, Hank found her attractive.

"No, you get used to not sleeping when you live by yourself." Hank didn't want to alarm the young girl with his paranoid thoughts.

Sasha put her hands in the front pocket of her sweater and shivered. "You want me to take watch?"

"No thanks, I'll be fine." Hank stood up from his chair to stretch his legs. "Hold on a moment." Hank had remembered Sheila's stash of clothes poked away in the closet. The two girls were about the same size -- Sasha had a glow that radiated from her that Hank couldn't ignore, making him momentarily forget about his old friend. Gently opening the closet door, not wanting to wake Craig or Nick, Hank searched through a black garbage bag on the floor. After rummaging through the top layer of undershirts, Hank finally found what he was looking for. "Here, put this on." Hank held out an old, white, knitted robe. "It's not very stylish, but it should help keep you warm."

Sasha didn't seem to know what to do -- she looked frightened, like an animal wandering towards a trap. Despite her hesitance, Hank couldn’t help but admire the moonlight as it shone though the bedroom window and lit up Sasha's golden blonde hair. Hank could feel his cheeks blush, and realized that she picked up on his stunned gaze.

Sasha started to giggle like a young schoolgirl as she reached her arms out, allowing Hank to put the robe on her. Hank draped the wool fabric over her slender shoulders. Sasha hugged herself, wrapping up in the warmth of the garment. "Thanks."

Sasha strolled over towards the window, looking out at the sparkles in the snow from the stars. The freshly fallen white blanket of snow dressed all of the dead leaves like a bandage. For a moment, she seemed to forget the lifeless world that entrapped them below and got lost in the tranquil scene all around her.

Hank headed to the next room: it was completely barren except for an old table with a couple of spare candles on top.

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