Time of Death (Book 2): Asylum by Festa Shana

Author:Festa, Shana [Festa, Shana]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: undead, zombie infection, horror, zombie, Science Fiction, dystopian fiction, plague, zombie novels, zombie books, Zombie Apocalypse
Publisher: Permuted Press
Published: 2014-12-09T05:00:00+00:00

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Meg and Vinny were uncharacteristically quiet. Usually, we had to beg them to stop their incessant babbling, but today I almost wished to hear the sibling's banter. We rode at a brisk pace. My cheeks were rosy from the chilly January weather and my fingertips were freezing. Eventually, the strip malls gave way to sprawling homes and lush greenery. The thought of what lurked inside the overgrown shaded areas caused me to shiver.

We passed only a handful of zombies, maneuvering around them with ease as our bikes sped by their grasping hands.

"Can we stop?" Meg panted from in front of me, her voice strained. "I have a Charlie horse in my calf."

Striker slowed his bike, stopping by the front lawn of an exquisite Mediterranean style home on our right. I breathed in the salty ocean air, tinged with the ever-present scent of death. To our left was the open water, visible between two enormous mansions that looked so regal, I imagined only Hollywood royalty could afford them.

"Thank God," exclaimed Vinny. "I have to go to the bathroom so bad."

"Thanks for sharing," mocked Meg. She had taken a seat on the grass by the sidewalk and was massaging her calf, wincing every time it spasmed.

"When ya gotta go, ya gotta go," he said, shrugging like it was a law, and one that must be followed. Who was he to deny the law of poop?

Like Cape Coral, these roads must have been plotted out by an idiot. Our path ahead was blocked by another home. The Ca' d'Zan, according to Striker, was less than a half mile from where we stood, but we needed to navigate around a small labyrinth of side streets in order to get there. The bikes would be of no use on the grass, and they were too valuable to leave behind.

Daphne whined, signaling she saw the grass and needed to answer the call of nature.

"Okay," I waggled my finger at her and spoke in a sing-song tone. "I'll let you out, but you need to stay where I can see you."

When I unzipped the top of the bag, her little head popped up. This was why I loved my dog so much. She had a calming effect on me. The sight of her tongue lolling out to one side and adorable puppy grin actually caused an unexpected giggle to escape me. The sudden change in demeanor was a shock to even me, and my psyche warred with conflicting emotions all fighting to break free. She leapt from my arms the moment I pulled her free and ran to a nearby patch of grass that hadn't grown as high as the rest.

The corner of the street was decorated with an ornate concrete and iron wall. Anywhere else and it would have simply been a slab of curbing to deter drivers from taking the corner like an idiot and ruining the usually-manicured lawns. But here in the ritzy-titzy part of town, they didn't do anything half assed. The wall was an L shape and only about six feet long on either side of the street.

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