Battlefield Z by Chris Lowry

Author:Chris Lowry [Lowry, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Publisher: Lowry Publishing
Published: 2016-11-01T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

It's always the same thing. Food. Shelter. Keep moving. We fight off the Z, worry about the Marauders, and now the military and most of the time they are the same thing. We worry about other people, because in the aftermath no one is nice anymore. Not even me.

Not that I ever was, but the Z plague has allowed most of us to release the savage inside.

Scott joked that music soothed the savage beast and he liked to sing.

At first it bothered us. Not the actual singing because his voice was good, like a whiskey soaked growl that rumbled along in tune. And he knew the lyrics to every song he sang which was more than I could say. I pissed my kids off a lot by misquoting lyrics so much it became a running joke to see who could mess them up the most.

Not Scott though. He growled and grumbled his way through a litany of songs sounding like Bob Seger with a southern drawl.

We didn't let him sing loud because it would attract the Z.

But after the umpteenth time telling him to shut it, I called Brian to one side and let him know the music was keeping the others calm.

That was Scott's contribution. He reminded them of what we were before.

We found a sedan large enough for all of us, a giant classic Cadillac that fit four across the back seat and three in the front. Hannah curled up in her mother's lap, and Anna half sat on mine, borrowing one leg as it were so Brian and I could ride shotgun on the passenger side and both act as lookouts.

Scott drove again singing softly as we bounced along the side of the asphalt, occasionally yanking on the wheel as the back wheels hit a slick spot and slid out from under us in an effort to yank us down an embankment.

We were on the lookout for another house to hide in, and ideally a couple of homes to raid and build back our supplies.

Julie spied it first and tugged on her husband's arm to direct him up the short driveway. It was a small collection of homes built into a cul de sac as if the land owner just decided one day to run a road back into his land and build a series of homes up one side and down the other. The last two were still in stages of construction, but the eight others all had curtains and decorations in the yard, signs of habitation.

Scott drifted the Caddy up the road and glanced over his shoulder at me as if to ask which one.

“All the way,” I answered. Better to be set back off the road so we could see anything that came at us.

He pulled into the empty driveway in front of a garage and cut off the rumbling engine.

"How long can we hide here?" Brian didn't bother to turn around.

"You want to make this your fort?"

He glanced up at the dark windows.

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