Warpath by M. M. Crumley

Author:M. M. Crumley [Crumley, M. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lone Ghost Publishing
Published: 2020-06-14T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

They were ready and waiting for him. Fred had built a harness for both the guns and the tanks attached to them, and he had it strapped onto his back. The tanks were so large, Andrew wondered that Fred didn't collapse under the weight of them, but Fred stood tall.

Clara had a gun strapped to both hips, a determined look on her face. Reid looked as if he'd donned a second, somewhat more comfortable, skin with guns on each hip and a shoulder holster. Aylen looked absolutely no different.

"Fred's mom, stay here," Andrew ordered. "Do not leave; do not open the door; do not open a window. Understood?" She nodded, eyes full of tears. "Good, let's go," Andrew said, stepping towards the door.

As soon as they were outside, Andrew said softly, "Reid is your leader, you do what he says, but Aylen has final say on everything. Got it?" Fred and Clara nodded.

Andrew closed his eyes and looked with the power. His block was still full of life, but her minions didn't seem to come out here, so maybe they would start closer to the warehouse. He looked further out. Not far from the warehouse was a building teeming with life but surrounded by oily black. It was a bigger job than he'd wanted on their first night out, but it needed doing so they may as well do it.

Andrew led the way; it was easier than trying to explain to Reid how to get there. That was something Reid and Aylen would have to work out.

Fred, Clara, and Aylen looked totally out of place as they tried to follow silently behind him. They were all wearing bright, cheerful colors, and even though it was pitch black, Andrew was sure they could be spotted from a mile away.

Everything was quiet; most of the chaos was centered downtown, but Andrew deliberately turned down a street with zombies. He checked quickly to make sure there were no pombies with them, then stepped back and said, "Zombies. Fred, you're up."

Fred blinked and stuttered, "What?"

Andrew pointed down the street at the two women, teenage boy, old guy with a cane, and distinguished looking man in a suit. "Zombies. Torch gun." The zombies were walking towards them. Always walking. Andrew missed the determined run of the zoldiers; somehow the walking was creepier. They didn't drag and stumble like in the movies, just walked totally normally and oddly sedate, like they were on an afternoon stroll.

"But…" Fred stuttered. "Are you sure they're zombies? They look normal."

"I'm sure. Torch 'em!" Andrew was itching to kill them where they stood. He hated that he was letting the zombies get this close, but they had to see them, had to know, had to be able to do what needed done.

Fred still hadn't moved. Clara's mouth was open, and Reid had moved to stand in front of her, hand on his gun.

There wasn't any way to prove they were zombies short of allowing them to kill someone, which wasn't

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