Life After The Undead (Book 2): Death to the Undead (60 page)

“Why?”
Pam
placed
her
hands
on
her
hips.

“Because
the
rebellion
is still
on.
Pearl
has
people, and
they
want
to
help.”

The
three
of
them
smiled.

“Great!”
Quinn
exclaimed.
“What
do we
need
to
do?”

“We’re
meeting
at
the
storage
yard
at
six.”

“Perfect.
I
brought
your
weapons.
And
you
need
a
change
of
clothes.”
He
kissed the tip
of
my
nose.
“Orange
is not
your
color.”

CHAPTER
18

Everyone
goes
through
a
rough
patch, but it doesn’t
last
forever. The best
way
to
get
through
it is to
keep
your
head up
and
hope
in
your
heart.
I
heard
Dad
saying
those
words.
It
usually
preceded
the Rome
comment. I
cringed
when
those
words
came
out of
his mouth,
wondering
if he really
knew
what
he said. How could he
possibly
understand the depth and
importance
of
the
crisis
I
was
going
through
when he
said those
things
to
me?

That’s
when
I
was
young.
I
thought
Dad
was
crazy,
out
of
touch.
In
reality,
he
had
an
idea. Like
most
parents,
he’d
experienced
enough
to know
what
he
talked
about.
As
I
walked
hand in hand with Quinn to the
storage
yard,
I
thought
of those
words.
We
hit a
rough
patch,
one
that
almost
cost our
lives. Things
were
turning
around,
though.
We
might
make
it out. I
wouldn’t
say
things
got
better
because
I
kept
my
head
up
and
had
hope.
Heck
no.
In
fact,
I
was
about
ready
to
give
up,
call
it quits, and
succumb
to
my
fate.
It
was a
good
thing
there
were
people
around
me
who could
lend
a
helping
hand
when
I
needed
it most.

I
still
couldn’t
believe
Quinn
was
right
next to
me.
I
kept
staring at
him and tightening
my
grip
on his
hand,
expecting
him to vanish at
any
moment.
I
suddenly
felt
very
guilty
for the
thoughts
I
had
when
I
was
in
my
cell.
Thankfully,
I
didn’t
have
to explain
my
inner
musings to
anyone
but
myself,
and
they
were
pretty
much
a
moot point since
he
was
alive.
I
promised
myself
I
would
never
let him
go
again.
I
promised
I
would
fall
in love
with
him.

The
sun
crept
over the
horizon,
casting
orange
and
pink hues onto the
city.
The
heat
rose
also.
The
four
of
us
crept
across the street into the
storage
yard,
glancing
nervously
at
our
surroundings.
I
wasn’t
as
conspicuous
without
my
orange
jumpsuit, but
there
weren’t
a
lot of
escaped
traitors
running
around
with
their
arm
in
a
sling.
It
wouldn’t have
been hard to
recognize
me.

“Where
do we
meet them?”
Tanya whispered.

“Shed
Q
eight.”

She
nodded
and
headed
for the
row.
Again, we
glanced
around
nervously,
then lightly
knocked
on
the
door.
Moments
passed. There
was no
answer.

“Are
you
sure
they’re
here?”
Pam
wondered.

I
shrugged. “They’re
supposed to be.
Unless
something
happened
to
them.”
My
stomach
fluttered.

Tanya
knocked
again,
slightly
louder.

“Why
don’t
we
just lift
the
door?”
Quinn
suggested.

“What
if they
have
guns?”
I
asked.

“It’s
a
risk
we’ll
have
to take.”
He
bent
down to
grab
the
handle
when
the
door
flew
upward.

I
placed
my
hand
over my
gun, suddenly
aware
we
might
walk
into a
trap.
Several
hours
had
passed
since
our
escape,
and
it
was
safe
to assume the
entire
city
was
on
high
alert. With any
luck,
they
thought
we
left,
but
Liet
knew
better.
He
knew
what
we
wanted to
accomplish.
We’d
have
to
keep
our
eyes
open.

I
relaxed
slightly
when
Bill’s thin
figure appeared
before
us. His
eyes
scanned
each
of
us
intently,
narrowing
when
they
got
to
Tanya,
but widening
when
they
fell upon Quinn.

“Quinn?”
He
reached
forward
and
wrapped
his arms
around
his
shoulders,
drawing
him into a
hug. Kyle
joined them.

“Krista
said
you
were
dead.”
Bill
held Quinn
at
arm’s
length.

Kyle
looked up, his
eyes
glistened
with tears.

“And
I
probably
would’ve
been
if it wasn’t
for
her.”
He
glanced
at
me. “She
bumped
Liet
just in
time.”
He
smiled.

“This
reunion
is very
touching,
but
I
think we
should
get
inside.”
Pam’s
voice
had
a
hint of urgency
to it.

Bill
stepped
back,
and
we
proceeded
into the shed.
He
pulled
the door
closed
and
we
formed
a
circle
in the
middle of
the
floor. Kyle
stood in
front
of
Tanya,
his
hands
on his hips.

“What’s
she
doing
here?”
The
contempt
was
apparent
in his tone.

“Helping
us,”
Pam
answered.

Bill
spit onto the
ground,
stirring
up a
tiny
cloud
of
dust.
“Did
you
know she’s the
reason
we
were
put
into
jail in the
first
place? She’s
the
one
who turned
us
in.”

I
positioned
myself
so
I
was
between
the
brothers
and
Tanya.
I
hated being
there.
If
anyone deserved
to
get
revenge
on
Tanya,
it was those
two.
But
we
needed
her.
She
was
the
only
one
who
knew
where
the weapons
were.

“We
know,” I
told them.
“Tanya
confessed
everything
to Pam and Quinn. They
wouldn’t
have
gotten
into
Florida
without
her.
And now
she’s
going
to
make
it
up to
everyone.”
I
looked
at
her,
raising
my
eyebrows in
silent
question.