Rotting to the Core (Keep Your Crowbar Handy Book 2) by Durnin S.P

Author:Durnin, S.P. [Durnin, S.P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: zombie humor, zombie survival, zombie outbreak, keep your crowbar handy, post apocalyptic, post apocalyptic romance, zombie action adventure, zombie romance, Zombie Apocalypse, post apocalypse humor
Publisher: Permuted Press
Published: 2015-07-14T07:00:00+00:00

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“So they've been together what, just over a month?” Penny asked, powering her way through the last of a beef brisket MRE.

“Yup. At least, that's what Uncle George tells me,” Bee mumbled around her Chicken-a-la-King. “From the way the two of them act though, you'd think Laurel and Jake were still in the initial 'cuddly' phase. They're constantly holding hands, or making doe-eyes at one another, or keeping the rest of us awake with all the heavy breathing...”

The pair sat on the walkway which encircled the old DHL air traffic control tower, finishing off their questionable 'government issued nutrition' while Elle Pierce scanned the fence-line. Eye glued to the Barska 10x36 scope a-top one of Foster's Heckler and Koch, Long-Arm sniper rifles, the blonde-haired Sergeant had been searching for any stray zombies for some target practice. She felt a bit rusty and, since the old man's rifle came equipped with a handy-dandy noise suppressor, had decided to get in some quality 'trigger time'.

Bee raised a pair of binoculars—Barska, of course. Her uncle was nothing if not consistent—and tracked them up the road outside the airport's front gate. Penny Carson choked back a laugh at the sight of the nineteen-year old, ex-college co-ed with those enormous glasses in front of her face. They made her look like your run-of-the-mill bug-eyed alien. Albeit, a damned sexy one.

Beatrix Foster was put together like a lonely man's wet dream. Twenty-two, the face of a naughty cherub, big blue eyes, green hair—green? Penny thought, oh well, Kat's was blue—done up in two, long pigtails Anime style, and (as Allen so succinctly put it) smoking, fucking hot. If her measurements were anything but 36, 23, 32, Penny would eat her hat. If she'd still had a hat, that is. A stray ghoul had taken a bite out of the brim a few weeks prior, so she'd tossed it in the dumpster behind Rebecca's grainery, along with the rest of her Sheriff’s uniform.

“There's one at the truck stop,” Bee said, still chomping away on a cube of processed chicken.

“Where?” Elle angled the scope towards the location.

Bee swallowed. “Over by the toilets. Near that big orange Freightliner.”

Elle adjusted her aim and picked out the tangerine-colored semi cab. “Ah, got it. The one wearing a stupid looking hat that says 'Show me your tits'?”

“That's the one.” Bee confirmed. “Give me just a second.”

She handed her binoculars to Penny, pointed in the general direction of the truck stop so Carson could observe the results of Elle's shot, and rose to stand to the Sergeant’s left. It wouldn't do for Bee to stand on her right side. The spent casing generated by Elle's sending a hollow-point 'Hello' to the zombie trucker would eject in that direction.

“Okay. Whenever you're ready,” Beatrix told her.

Elle took a deep breath, exhaled slowly as she placed the scope's cross-hairs just below the zombie's jaw to account for recoil, then slowly squeezed the weapon's trigger. There was a muted 'Pppht', no louder than the sound

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