Ghostland_A Zombie apocalypse Novel by Shaun Whittington

Author:Shaun Whittington [Whittington, Shaun]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2018-07-01T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Four

Dicko came to a junction and took a left. He kept the vehicle in third, at twenty, and pulled out his trench knife and sat it on the passenger seat, just in case. With the tall intimidating trees on either side of him, he turned his head from left to right, smothered in paranoia.

“Come on, Simon,” he moaned. “Where the fuck are you?”

Seconds after his groan, Simon Washington was seen coming out of the woods on the right, thirty yards up ahead. Dicko flashed the car’s lights at him and the man on foot stopped. He stared for a few seconds, and then ran towards the car that was heading his way. Dicko stopped and Simon entered the passenger side without saying a word.

Dicko moved away and took quick disapproving glances at his shamefaced passenger as he went through the gears. Dicko decided to drive back to the farm in silence, waiting for Simon to speak.

He had been in the car for two minutes and Simon finally spoke, “I’m really sorry for what happened,” he said. “I panicked.”

“No shit,” the driver mumbled.

“I’m a coward. What can I say?”

“You left me there to die, Simon.”

Simon flashed the driver a quick look and said with a frown, “Now you’re being melodramatic.”

“Oh really?” Dicko slammed on the brakes and pulled the parking brake up. He turned to Simon with a vicious glare, making his passenger jump, and said, “You need to grow some fucking balls, and pretty soon. Those four pricks weren’t there to give us a spanking, they were going to kill us.”

“Wait a minute. I have a daughter to think about. If I die...”

“You still need to grow a pair, daughter or no daughter. In fact, you’ll need to grow some for the sake of her. If you two ever end up on your own again ... I’ll never know how the fuck you’ve lasted this long.”

Simon snapped, “Don’t forget who gave you a roof over your head.”

“And don’t forget who saved your life. As for the roof over my head … you honestly think I couldn’t take that place for myself if I really wanted to, if I was a real heartless bastard?”

Simon screwed his eyes at Dicko and could feel his blood boil. “What are you saying? You would have hurt me and my little girl to get that house for yourself?”

Dicko sighed and sat back in his seat, his head resting on the head restraint. “Let’s just go back, before we say anything else that we’ll regret.”

He moved away and was driving for a matter of seconds, and then both men could now see the axe bearer from the visitor centre step out of the woods from almost twenty yards away. The man began yelling into the woods that he had spotted the car. It was obvious that he was speaking to his three friends who hadn’t appeared yet, and he had been the first of the four to have stepped out from the condensed woodland.

“Hold on,” Dicko said to his passenger.

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