Life After The Undead (Book 1) (35 page)

I
glanced
at
the
truck.
“We
should
be
able
to
knock
it
down,
but
then
we
’l
l
have
to
load
it
quickly.
I
don’t
know
how
much
longer
the
razor
wire
is
going
to
hold.”

I
wasn
’t
going
to
come
this
far
and
leave
empty
handed.
It
was
a
vendetta,
and
I
wasn
’t
going
to
let
the
zombies
scare
me.

Pam
nodded
and
glanced
at
the
truck
before
running
to
it.
She
gunned
the
engine and
rammed
it
into
the
gate.
The
sound
of
clattering
metal
was
barely
audible
over
the
moans,
and
she positioned
the
trailer
so
we
could
load
it.
I
snapped
my
blades
into
place
and
joined
her
at
the
warehouses.

The
zomb
ies’
moans
grew
louder,
and
they
strained
harder
against
the
wire.
I
found
a
forklift
and
raised
the
gate
so
we
had
some
protection
if
the
zombies
broke
loose.
I
ran
to
Pam
’s
side.

“What
do
you
want
me
to
do?”

“Grab
that
other
loader
and
start
loading those
pallets.”
She
pointed
to
one
of
the
open
storage
sheds.

I
nodded
and
ran
to
the
loader.
Before
turning
the
engine
on,
I
thought
I
heard
some
rattling
from
a
nearby
storage
room,
but
I
couldn
’t
be
sure.
I strained
my
ears
. All
I heard
was
moaning.
I
shrugged
and
turned
on
the
machine.
I
grabbed
a
few
of the
pallets
and
headed
to the
truck.

Pam
loaded
another
forklift
with
supplies
and
filled
up
the
trailer.
On
my
way
back,
the
rattling
on
the
shed
door
grew
louder,
and
it
resounded
from
some
of
the
other
units
as
well.
I
approached
Pam.

“Do
you
hear
that
rattling?”

Pam
nodded.
“Yeah,
there
are
some
zombies
trapped
inside
the
buildings. One
almost
bit
me
when
I threw
open
the
door.”

I stared
at
her
wide-eyed.

“Don
’t
worry,
he
missed
me.
Just
be
cautious
if
you
open
the
doors.”

I
steered
my
forklift
back
to
the
pile
and
loaded
it
as
full
as
I
could.
There
was
no
way
I
was
going
to
open
any
of
the
doors.
I
was
about
finished
loading
my
pallets
when
a
loud
scraping
sound
reached
my
ears.
The
zombies
had
succeeded
in
loosening the
razor
wire
and
drug
it
across
the
concrete.
I
couldn
’t
count
how
many
creatures
there
were.
The
majority
of
them
were
so
tangled
in
the
wire
they
were
being
cut to
shreds.
They
all
pulled
at
different
speeds,
so
we
had
some
time
before
the
horde made
it
to
the
gate,
but
then
hell
was
going
to
break
loose.
I
grabbed
one
more
pallet
and
headed
to
the
truck.
Pam
saw
the
oncoming trouble
and
loaded
her
last
load. She
jumped
from
her
forklift
and
ran
to
the
one
holding
up the
gate.
I
abandoned
my
machine
and
climbed
into
the
cab
of
the
truck.

Both
of
us
underestimated
the
time
it
took
for
the
zombies
to
reach
our
location.
I
threw
the
truck
into
gear
and
was
about
to
stomp
on
the
gas
when
the
group
reached
the
passenger
side.
Pam
jumped
into
her
seat
and
was
closing
the
door
when
a half-rotted
hand
grabbed
her
leg.
She
squealed
and
kicked
furiously.
I
grabbed
my
gun
and
aimed.
I
would
have
fired,
but
she
moved
so
much
I
didn
’t
have
a
clear
shot.
Another
set
of
hands
grabbed
her
calves
and
a
mouth
latched
on to
her
boot. I
started
to
drive.
A
few
of
the
creatures
lost
their
grip,
giving
Pam
time
to
unholster
her
weapon
and
use
her
handgun
bayonet
to
saw
off
an
arm.
She
kicked
at
the
undead
biting
her
boot,
but
he
wouldn
’t
let
go.
She
stabbed
him
in
the
eye
with
the
bayonet
and
pulled
the
trigger.
Brain
and
bone
splattered
the
inside
of
the
cab.
My
ears
rang
from
the
bang. She finally
closed
the
door.

The
zombies
surrounded
the
truck,
so
I
floored
it
and
plowed
through
the
onslaught.
The
razor
wire
caught
the
tires
and
shredded
half
of
them before
we
were
out
of
the
city.
I
fought
to
keep
the
truck
under
control
and
sped
down
the
road.
I
drove
for
twenty
miles
before
Pam
stopped
me
and
told
me
we
were
safe.
I
put
the
truck into
park
and
stared
at
her.