ROTD (Book 3): Rage of the Dead by Dyson Jeremy

Author:Dyson, Jeremy [Dyson, Jeremy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Publisher: Dartmoor Books
Published: 2018-11-01T04:00:00+00:00

Twenty-three

In the morning, I wake up to Mac running up the stairs in a panic.

“Chase, wake up!” he says as he rushes into the bedroom.

“What’s wrong?” I ask him.

“We may have a problem,” he says.

“Stiffs?” I ask him as I get out of bed and pull my shirt over my head.

“No,” he says. “Looks like some of the Army made it out of Holloman.”

He hurries back across the hall to look out the window. I get out of bed and follow him and do a double-take at Claire clutching a sheet to her naked body on the bed. In my groggy state, I wasn’t sure if what I remembered from last night was not just some strange dream. Instead of saying anything, I just head to the window and peek through the blinds at the street.

Mac points out the vehicle up the road. A team of six men work their way from house to house. Too bad for them we’ve already ransacked the entire block. I watch the men moving from the houses to the truck and try to spot Jenson, but from this distance it’s not possible to tell if he is among them.

“What do you want to do?” I ask.

Mac rubs a hand along the facial hair that covers his jaw.

“We can just try talking to them,” suggests Claire.

“I don’t know if they’ll be too happy to see us,” Mac says.

“Probably not,” I say. “I’m not exactly happy to see them either.”

“Two against six,” says Mac. “Don’t really like those odds.”

“Three,” Claire says.

Mac looks over his shoulder at Claire.

“I meant three,” Mac lies.

“Give me a gun,” Claire says. “I want to be able to defend myself if something happens to you guys.”

Mac walks over to the bedside table and picks up his nine-mil and hands it to Claire. She will likely end up shooting herself in the foot, but she has a right to do that if she wants.

We grab our rifles and head downstairs to the front door. The truck pulls up to the neighboring house and four of the men get out to search the building while the other two keep watch on the street.

“Let’s go,” I say to Mac.

“What are we doing again?” Mac says.

“Just going to try and talk with them,” I say.

“Sure. This will go great,” Mac scoffs.

“Stay inside,” I tell Claire. “If something happens, go out the back patio and run like hell.”

I open the door and walk down the driveway beside Mac. We approach the truck casually, but keep our rifles at a low ready.

“Don’t look so nervous,” Mac says.

“I’m not nervous,” I tell him.

“You look nervous,” Mac says.

“How do I look nervous?” I ask him.

“I don’t know,” Mac says. “But you do. Put on your nice face or something.”

I try out a smile and Mac looks at me and shakes his head.

“Nevermind,” he says. “Don’t do that. You look like a psychopath.”

“Hey!” one of the guys on the truck spots us approaching and raises his rifle. “Stop right there!”

We stop walking in the middle of the road, and I raise a hand to acknowledge the man.

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