Afterbirth: A Strandville Zombie Novel #2 by Frisch Belinda

Author:Frisch, Belinda [Frisch, Belinda]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2013-12-08T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 39

Reid adjusted the pack on his back with the hybrid infant sleeping inside of it. Neither Corey nor Brett had spoken for miles, adding to the awkward tension of a prisoner calling his own shots. Reid hated throwing-in with Nixon’s guards, but he wasn’t stupid when it came to opportunities. With what happened to Nate, there was a hole in Nixon’s regime that he’d rather fill than be on the other end of a gun with Zach, who stumbled up the mountain ahead of him. Zach cradled Allison, wrapped in the silver blanket which didn’t stop her teeth from chattering. Reid wasn’t sure what Nixon had been up to with her, but taking one look at her now, it was clear she was fighting the virus.

The muddy, leaf-covered ground became stony as the group approached the small log cabin near the summit.

A small group of hens wandered the property, pecking at scattered seed and clucking. Reid noted the open gate in their pen.

“Must be how she got out,” he said.

No one answered.

Nixon opened the front door and leaned against it. His hair was completely gray now and he scratched at his temple, shaking his head. “Well, this is certainly unexpected. Zach Keller and Max Reid. Just like old times.”

“Get in there.” Brett shoved Zach toward the threshold. Zach flashed him a nasty look and tightened his hold on Allison. “What do you want me to do with them?” Brett asked Nixon.

Allison mumbled something under her breath.

“You boarded up the window?” Nixon asked Joe.

Joe nodded. “She’s not getting out of there twice.”

“Check them for weapons and put them both in the room,” Nixon said.

“What about the infection?”

Nixon gestured for Corey to keep Zach at bay.

Corey pointed his gun directly against Zach’s head and warned him not to move.

Nixon lifted Allison’s eyelids and sighed. He took two syringes from his lab coat pocket and injected her. “This will either work or it won’t,” he said. “Lock them up.”

Corey pressed the gun harder into Zach’s skull. “Move it. Get in there.”

Zach carried Allison inside. Corey, after taking what supplies and weapons Zach had on him, locked the door and resumed his place in formation. The guards, Reid noticed, circled around him.

Reid met Nixon’s steely stare, a show of bravado that, once he was inside and surrounded, became a harder act to keep up. He looked around the room for anything he could use to escape if he had to.

An obese cook fried eggs in a cast iron pan on the woodstove and the room stunk of grease. A blood-spattered basin in the corner held the remnants of apparent torture. Iron tongs and a burnt out ember beneath a lowered pulley indicated it had been recently used.

“Up to old tricks?” Reid eyed the large guard sitting on a stool in the corner. The others closed in behind him, waiting for Nixon’s orders.

Nixon appeared to be doing a head count. “Where’s Nate?”

Reid looked over his shoulder at both Corey and Brett and then back at Nixon.

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