Battlefield Z Mardi Gras Zombie by Chris Lowry

Author:Chris Lowry [Lowry, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-02-16T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

I woke up in an empty room and didn’t like it. My memory of hospital rooms before the zombie plague was full of beeps, and whooshing noises, the sound of people bustling as they rushed about to save lives.

Here there was nothing.

I wondered if there was a map on the door saying here there be silence. It opened and there was indeed a sign saying quiet please.

Close enough.

“You’re awake,” a fresh face boy said. He had eyes that matched his green scrubs, and looked too young to be a doctor.

“I’m Zach,” he introduced himself. “Don’t get up.”

I couldn’t if I wanted to.

My legs and wrists were strapped to the bed.

“That’s a joke,” he explained as he untied my right hand.

I snatched the green scrub and yanked him close.

“Where are my kids?”

It seemed like a perfectly reasonable question. I’d just crossed half the country to find them, killed a couple hundred zombies, a couple dozen more humans, maybe more because who was keeping count.

Just that past night, at least I think that’s when it was, I fought off river pirates to save them and spent half the night frozen to the bottom of a boat to keep them safe.

Now I didn’t know where we were. More importantly I didn’t know where they were. I knew they were not in the room.

And now I was free.

Zach responded as many brave men before him had when faced with a dangerous situation.

He piddled.

I watched the stain spread across the front of his green scrubs, his leg growing darker, his face glowing scarlet.

But I didn’t let go.

Zach might be trying to play a trick on me.

I did look at him closer though.

Zach had zits. Acne, like a teenager and then I realized he was one.

Another trick.

Send in a kid to soften me up, because good guys don’t hurt kids.

“Untie my other hand,” I told him.

He fumbled the strap loose.

“Your legs too?” he stuttered. “Sir?”

The Sir made me let go of his shirt.

And the kids walked in the room with another nurse carrying a tray of food.

“Dad?” asked Bem.

“Dad,” chastised the boy.

“What happened?” the nurse set down the tray and untied my other leg.

“He woke up confused,” Zach explained.

Give credit to the kid, he was being pretty cool about getting scared piss-less. Made me respect him.

“Sorry,” I offered.

“It’s okay,” he said. “I’m going to go change now.”

The last one he said to Bem.

She giggled.

My daughter giggled at the pimply faced boy who tied me to the bed. Technically, I knew that he untied me from the bed, but he was making eyes at my little girl.

I should have killed him when I had the chance.

She watched him leave. I did too, ready for his next trick.

“Eat,” commanded the nurse.

She pushed the tray closer on a table and lifted the bed up with a manual lever.

I pushed off the side and sat up.

“I’m going to be okay,” I told her. “I just need clothes and we’ll get out of your hair.”

“You can’t leave yet,” she smirked with one side of her mouth, then caught my look.

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