The Feral Children (Book 2): Savages by Simpson David A. & Norris Wesley R

Author:Simpson, David A. & Norris, Wesley R. [Simpson, David A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombies
Publisher: Wise Pug Publishing
Published: 2019-12-06T05:00:00+00:00

17

Diablo

Darkness fell and he was hungry again. He was always hungry, nothing satisfied the craving. The pack had already cleaned out the undead wandering around town and they learned how to get to those inside the houses. Windows broke if they slammed into them hard enough. Diablo led them a place of slaughter just outside of town and they had fed heavily on the dead lying in the road. They ate and slept then ate some more, the food supply seemed endless for a time. The ingestion of so much nanobot infested meat overloaded their senses. It wasn’t enough to feed and rest anymore, they wanted to feast until they burst. Already they were picking off their own members and ripping savagely into them. Blood splattered and fur flew as those too slow to avoid the larger animals became meals for their own pack. The raccoons and opossums scampered to the trees, out of reach of the snapping jaws of the coyotes and wild dogs. The boars and sows ripped their razor-sharp tusks into anything that got too close, including each other. The feral cats scattered into culverts or abandoned cars, away from the savagery of the pack. Yet, none went far. None would break away from the pack. The horde mentality, the need to bunch together in massive numbers, overrode their sense of self preservation. The raccoons and opossums leapt from limb to limb as they followed the odd procession. The buzzards, ravens and crows observed it all from the safety of the treetops, darting in to grab the scraps that weren’t devoured. A bit of flesh, a shard of bone. A piece of fur with a little bloody skin attached. It was all precious and worth fighting to the death over.

The moon was high as Diablo followed the old familiar route. They had fled at the sound of the machine guns, out of town and back into the woods. They hid for hours, waited until darkness fell before they came back out. Now he padded along the fences of the zoo, the same as he had many times before. Only his survival instincts had kept him from pushing under the gates and feeding during his many trips to this same spot. He feared the claws of the little ones and the roar of the mighty beasts that guarded them. His kind were cowardly. Scavengers. They were the garbage disposals of the world. They took the weak or stole their kills from stronger animals by sheer numbers and deceit. But he hungered and nothing he ate satisfied him. He craved the hot blood of the living and the madness worming its way through his mind grew stronger with each mouthful of undead flesh he ate.

He had watched the wolf girl raiding the dens of the humans. Diablo had refrained from taking her several times because of the presence of her pack. They had sensed him but the human smells were strong in the dens and they masked his own. He yearned for the taste of her flesh in his jaws.

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