Life After The Undead (Book 1) (81 page)

“I
was
thinking,”
he
said,
“that
you
could
take
Wilks
and
Anderson
with
you.
Show
them
the
ropes.”

I
pursed
my
lips.
“Where
are
they
going
to sit?”

“I figured
one
of
them
can
ride
with
you,
and
the other
one
can
ride
with
Bill.”

“What
are
Quinn and
Kyle
going
to do?”

“They
can
take
Quinn
’
s
Jeep.”

“It seems a
little
silly
to be
taking
so
many
vehicles,”
I pointed
out.

“Not
really.
One
of
the
trucks
you
’re
filling
with
supplies
will
be
going
to
Florida,
so
when
it’s
full, Wilks
can
take
it
straight
down
there.
Since
Quinn
will
have
his
Jeep,
he
can
take
Bill
and
Kyle
home.
Then
you’ll
come
here.” 
He
folded
his
arms
across
his
chest,
daring
us to
question
his
authority.

I
shrugged.
“Whatever.”

There was no sense arguing. I had to get out of town, and being cooperative was the easiest way to ensure that.
I
walked
to
the
truck.
Maybe
I
wouldn
’
t
come
back.
Maybe
I
’d
get
into
Quinn
’s
Jeep.
Liet
wouldn
’t
know
where
to
find
me.
I just
had
to
worry
about
those
soldiers.

Anderson
climbed
in
next
to
me
while
Wilks
and
Bill
climbed
into
the
other
truck
and
Quinn
and
Kyle
got
into
the
Jeep.
We
pulled
out
of
North
Platte
and
down
the
road.
Once
we
were
a
few
miles
outside
town,
I
pulled
over
onto
the
side
of
the
road.
Quinn
pulled
up
next
to
me.

“Where
are
we
going?”
  I
called
over
the
roar
of
the
sem
i’
s
engine.

“Follow
me.”

I
nodded,
and
we
headed
to
Cheyenne.
We
parked
in
front
of
the
hospital,
and
Kyle
and
Quinn
climbed
into
the
cab
of
the
semi.

“This
has
got
to
be
the
most
dangerous
mission
yet.”

Anderson
stared
at
Quinn. “Why?”

“Think
about
it. When
people
first
started
getting
sick,
where
do
you
think
they
went?”
  He
waited
for an
answer
that
never
came.
“To
hospitals.
Once
they
turned
into
zombies,
they
were
trapped
inside
and
had
a
free
lunch.
This
place
is
going
to
be
infested.”

I
looked
over
my
shoulder. “How
do
you
want
to
do
this?”

“Carefully.
What
exactly
do
we
need?”

“A little bit
of
everything.”

“Perfect.”

Quinn
removed
his
wrist
brace
and
then
took
his
Kahr
TP45
out
of
its
holster
to
check
the
magazine.
He
grabbed
some
extras
out
of
my
bag,
tucking
them
into his
belt
. He
sheathed
the
katana
that
was
under
the
drive
r’
s
seat
in
the
truck.
Kyle
grabbed
a
shotgun
and
a
fireman
’s
ax,
then
nodded
at
Quinn,
who
looked
at
me.
I
opened
my
door
and
pulled
out
my
gun.

Anderson
stumbled out
of
her
door,
weapon
drawn,
and
waited
for
instructions.
The
four
of
us
slowly
walked
toward
the
building.
We
stopped
outside
the
glass
doors
and
pressed
ourselves
against
the
wall.

“What
about
those
two?”
Anderson
whispered
as
she
pointed
at
Bill
and
Wilks.

“They
stay
outside.
Keep
the
trucks
clear,”
I
whispered
back,
then
placed
my
finger on
my
lips.

I
peered
around
the
corner
into
the
foyer,
didn
’t
notice
any
undead,
so
Kyle
and I
pushed
open
the
doors.
Darkness enveloped us
as
we
stepped
farther
into
the
building,
and
the
smell
of
alcohol,
bleach,
and
rotting
flesh
permeated
the
area.
Anderson
gagged.
I
clicked
on
my
flashlight
and
shone
the
beam
around
the
room.
Gurneys
and
chairs
lined
the
walls,
along
with
blood,
body
parts,
and
half-consumed
corpses.
I side-
stepped
methodically
down
the
hall,
checking
every
corner,
underneath every
gurney,
and in
each
room.

We
were
about
to
turn
the
corner
to
head
down
the
hall
to
the
supply
room
when
a
shuffling
sound
stopped
us.
I
signaled
for
everyone
to
press
against
the
wall,
and
I
peeked
around
the
corner. An
undead
patient,
whose
hospital
gown
had come
undone
and
was
wrapped
around
his
ankle,
ambled down
the
hall.
I
couldn
’t
see
any
other
creatures,
so
I
assumed
it
was
alone.
Although,
it
only
took
one
moan
to
send
the
others
flocking.
I
flipped
out
my
arm
sword
and
waited.
Sweat
beaded
on
my
forehead
and
some
ran
down
my
back.
It
took
the
creature
forever
to
make
it to
the
end
of
the
hall.
Once
he
finally
reached
my
position,
I
swung
my
arm.
He
didn
’t
even
know
what
hit him,
and
his
head
fell
to
the
floor
with
a
sickening
crunch.
We
continued
to
the
supply
room.