Life After The Undead (Book 1) (75 page)

We
both
chuckled,
then
I
climbed
onto
the
roof.
I
waved
at
Kyle.

The
zombies
were
pretty
far
back,
so
we
had
some
time.
I
stood
with
my
gun
out,
keeping
an
eye
on
the
area,
while
Quinn
wiped
off
the
windshield.
I
thought
about
the
fact
that
I
had
a
boyfriend,
something
that
had
never
happened
before
.
I tore my gaze from the horde to look at him.
I
noticed
him
look
back,
but
I
didn
’t
follow
his
gaze
to
see
what
he
looked
at.
My mind was focused on how things would change now that we were a couple.
When
he
yelped
and
started
kicking,
then
I
turned
to
see
what
had
happened.

The
creature’s
mouth
latched
on to
the
bottom
of
his
shoe,
and
Quinn
couldn’t
get
him
off.
I
flipped
out
my
arm
sword
to
take
off
its
head,
but
before
I could
get
there,
Quinn
rolled
off
the
top
of
the
truck,
taking
the
zombie
with
him.
I
dashed
over
to
the
side.
He
got
the
undead
off
his
foot,
but
that
gave
it
the
perfect
opportunity
to
moan,
alerting
the
others
in
the
area.
I
turned
to
see
a
new
horde
coming
over
the
hill
on
the
left
and
moving toward
us.
This
one
was
close. It
’d
be at
our
location
in a
few
minutes.
There
were
even
a
few
of
them
in
the
ditch
on
the
side
of
the
road.
They
must
have
been
hanging
out,
unaware
of
our
presence,
but
they
knew
we
were
there
after
the
moan.
Bill
and
Kyle
climbed
out
of
their
truck
and
shot
into
the
crowd.
I
took
out
a
few
who
were
closest
to
me,
then
turned
to
see
what
had
happened
to
Quinn.

My
heart
stopped
when
I
looked
over
the
edge
and
he
wasn
’t
there.
I
fell
to
my
hands
and
knees
and
scanned
the
area,
calling
his
name.
A
zombie
came
around
the
front
of
the
truck
and
grabbed
at
my
face.
There
was
no
way
the
creature
could
have
gotten
me,
it
was
instinct
that
I
jerked
back.

“Kyle,
have
you
seen
Quinn?”
The
panic
rose
in
my
chest.

Kyle
quit
firing
and
stared
at
me.
“What?”

“Have
you
seen
Quinn?”

“I
can’t
hear
you!”

Something
clanged
on
the
opposite
side
of
the
truck.
I
turned
to
look.
A
group
of
zombies
pounded
on
the
side
and
somehow had
opened
the
passenger
door.
I
realized
at
that
moment
that
zombies
could
climb
into
trucks.

“Krista,
jump!”

Kyle
waved
his arms
for me
to
jump
to
the other
truck.
Close
to
two
hundred
zombies
came
into
our
location
. We
had
to
leave.
I
took
a
deep
breath
,
a
couple
steps,
and
jumped
onto
the
top
of
the
other
cab.
We
all
climbed
in,
and
Bill
threw
the
truck
into
gear.
I
glanced
out
the
window
and
watched
as
the
zombies
covered
the
truck. My
heart
sank
as
I
imagined
Quinn
being
devoured.
My
bottom
lip
quivered
and I
bit it
so
no
one
would
notice.

Bill
looked
over
his
shoulder. “You
all
right?
You
get
bit?”

I
shook
my
head,
dumbfounded.
“No.
I
don
’t
think
so.”

“What
about
you,
Quinn?
You
bit?”

I
turned
in
surprise
and
looked
into
the
sleeper
cabin.
Quinn
was
pale,
covered
in
blood,
and
grabbed
his
arm.
Relief
flooded
into
my
body.

“I
don’t
know.”
His
voice
was
soft,
shaky.
I
climbed
in
next
to
him.

“Don
’t
worry,
we
’l
l
get
you
to
the
ranch
as
quick
as
we
can,”
Bill
said.

I
cradled
his
head
in
my
lap. Tears
flowed
freely
from
my
eyes.
“You
’l
l
be
okay.
We’ll
get
you
some
help.”

“I think I
broke
my
arm.”

“You
’l
l
be
fine.
Don’t
worry.”
The
words
caught
in
my
throat.
I
wanted
to
believe
it, I
really
did,
but
the
odds
weren
’t
in
my
favor.

It
took
us
an
hour
to
reach
the
ranch.
By
then,
some
color
had
returned
to
Quinn’s
face
and
he
was
able
to
climb
into
the
house
of
his
own
accord,
but
he
didn’t
look
good.
Bill
took
him into
the
bathroom
and
helped
him
clean
up.
Kyle,
me,
and
the
others
at
the
ranch
paced
the
front
porch
until
Bill
came
out.
He
stared
at us
somberly.