Life After The Undead (Book 2): Death to the Undead (53 page)

“So
fix
it now,” I
snapped.
“Figure
out if it’s actually
a
disease
or just wipe the
menace
off
the face
of the
earth.”

“It’s
too
late.”
She
pressed
her
lips into a thin line.
“The
damage
has
been
done. The
only
thing
we
can do
now is
survive.”

“Is
that
what
your
husband
would’ve
wanted?”

“He
would’ve
wanted
to know
I
was
safe
and
I
did
my
best
to
protect
others.”
She
stood
from
the
couch
and
glanced
out the
window.

If
I
had
the
chance,
I
would have
attacked
her
and
pushed
her
through
the
glass. Lucky
for
her,
I
was
chained
up.

“What
happened
to
your
husband?”

She
took a
deep
breath. “He
was
killed
following the
President’s
orders
and
protecting
the
American
people. He
was
a
true
hero.”

CHAPTER
16

“You
hag!”

I
couldn’t
keep
my
disdain
and
contempt
in
check
any
longer.
If
I
could
stand
and
point
an
accusatory
finger
at
her,
I
would’ve,
but
my
only
free hand
was
cuffed
to
another
person. I
squeezed the
couch
cushion.

“You
knew
what
was
going
on,
and
you
did nothing
to
prepare
the people?”

She
turned,
her
eyes
wide,
and
opened
her
mouth
to
speak.
I
refused
to
let
her
say
another
word.

“Even
if
you
didn’t
tell
them it
was
zombies,
you
still
could’ve
told them
something.
It
was a
biological
attack,
let them know.
Give
them a
chance
to
protect
themselves,
to
prepare. Instead,
you
let
them
get
killed!”
Spit
flew
out of
my
mouth,
my
face burned
with
rage.
“Now,
you’re
trying
to
make
up
for
it? Now
you’re
trying
to
keep
them safe?” I
huffed
and
snorted. “If
you
want to
make
a
difference,
take
some of
those
helicopters
and
shoot the
undead
from
the
sky. Don’t
use it to kill
innocent
people
who only
wanted a
better
life.
Get rid of
the
infestation!
Capture a
few
and
study
them, see
if
there’s
a
cure. Don’t
keep
people
trapped
in
Florida. It’s
no
longer
about
feeling guilty,
it’s
about
power
and
control!”

Her
eyes
narrowed,
she
pushed
her
mouth into a thin
line.
“I
made a
promise
to
my
husband
and
the
country.
I’ll
see
that
through.”

“Promise?
What
promise?
To
keep
the
people
in the
dark
and
as
slaves? The
only
person
you’re
helping
by
doing
that is
yourself!”

She
walked
to the
back
of
the
couch,
her bony
hands
clenched
in
tight
fists. “I
didn’t
bring
you
here
to
have
you
mock
me.
I
wanted
to
give
you
some
insight into
what
we’re
dealing
with and the
impossibility
of
destroying
it. I
wanted
you
to
see
the
difficult
situation
I’m
in,
and
how
your
act
of
rebellion
threatens
every
fiber
of
our
existence.”

Who did this
woman
think
she
was?
Did she
really
just make
the
whole
zompocalypse
about
her?
Did
she
place herself
as
the
center
of
the
universe?
My
body
shook with
anger.
I
wanted nothing
more
than to
lash
out
at
her,
grab
her
around
the
throat
and
bash
her head into
the
floor
until she
realized
how
selfish
she
was
being,
but
I
couldn’t. Instead,
I
lowered
my
voice
and
spoke
between
gritted
teeth.

“The
only
threat
to our
existence
is the
undead
menace
roaming
the W
est
and
you
and
The
Families
who
refuse
to do
anything
about it.
You
can’t
hide
in Florida
forever.”
I
sprang
to
my
feet
and
jerked
on the handcuff.
“Take
me
back
to
jail.
I
can’t
listen
to
another
word this
woman
has
to
say.”

Private
Lamb
Chop slowly
got
to
her
feet,
glancing
from
me
to Mrs.
Johnson,
her
eyes
wondering
what she
should do.
Mrs. Johnson
nodded,
and
we
headed for
the
door.

I
sat in the
van,
wringing
my
hand
against
my
pant
leg.
How
could
they
have
not
acted?
They
knew
the
threat
in
front
of
them,
why
didn’t they
do more?
Why
didn’t they
try
harder to stop
it?
Or
warn
the
people?
They
had two
days.
Well,
technically,
they
probably
had
longer,
but they
refused
to
believe what
was
going
on.

Those
jerkwads!
They
doomed us!

Maybe
not
everyone
would have
been
saved, but it
would
have
been a
lot more
than doing
nothing!
It
was
unfathomable,
unbelievable
that
they
wouldn’t
give
us a
chance. People
could
be
panicky
and
fall into mob
mentality,
but
there
were
ways
to
ensure
it didn’t
happen.
Give
the
people
some
facts,
some
information,
and a
way
to
combat
the
threat. It’s
when
the
masses
don’t
know
what’s
going
on that they
believe lies
and
fall prey
to
suggestion.

If
anyone
had the
right
to
believe
the
human
race
was
full of idiots, it
was
me.
How
many
people
had
tried
to
kill me
since
the
dead
rose
from
their
graves? Plus,
I
used
to study
serial
killers,
I
knew how
evil
humans could be.
But
I
didn’t
believe
for
one
second
that the
race
was
incapable
of
taking
care
of
itself.
Yeah,
there
would
always
be those
individuals out
there
who
would
try
to
take
advantage
of others. They
would
see
the lawless
times
as
their
opportunity
to
take
what
they
wanted.
The
Families
and
Liet
were a
perfect
example. But
they
could
be
taken
care
of.
The
people
needed
a
leader,
for
sure,
but one
who
could
see
what
was
best
for
everyone,
or
at least
the
vast
majority.
They
needed one
who would
take
action
against
the undead, not
cower
in
Florida
and hope
it would eventually
go
away.