Loving In The Apocalypse: Zombie Attack!

as had left the keys in the ignition just in case they didn't return. It probably scared the crap out of him to imagine so

edication, and I would get it no m

ack in thirty minutes, I'd come up with a plan

mer for fifteen minutes. They'd a

to see if I could get through to the outside wo

ck's battery to check the radio. FM had been a

but as I was about to turn it off, the con

d in a

t answer so she said to stay here. She left this morning, and still isn't back. Have you seen my momma? She has brown hair and bro

boy let out a joyful laugh from somewh

he boy's scream was blood-curd

pushed buttons, trying to get the kid back, but there wa

poo

eone was messing around. I mean, how in the hell could

That kid had to be the best actor in the business if that was

allowing my thoughts to go

im touch the radio and when his father woke up, he punished his son

hy couldn't I get the bo

hands until my timer went

one. No Derek. No Thomas. Da

r work area? What if they had to hurt Candi or threaten her? Or what if Thomas decided to have sex wit

g. I shuddered as cold

I stared at the door willing the guys to

gh my head. They kept twisting into new, scarier si

st awful scenario ever. Maybe I get it from my artistic mother, but by the time a silver hummer rolled into the parking l

ll was I th

t case. None of that could

l, but it appeared to be a full house. The driver parked front and center to the warehouse do

four doors swun

c

men with huge

lat to t

rt started to beat

dead. In slow, torturous movements, careful not to rock the truck, I l

zippo in the glove compartment and a random hammer under

to my chest. My breathing wa

thirty seconds of heavy breathing, I lifted

tes ago. These men appeared to be exact replicas of the hospital guards except they'd upgraded from medical masks to gas masks. Thei

s so no

ar was unmarked. I guess they could be military special forces or something. The

house. Queasy guilt swept over me when I fel

un squad. Witnessing their thorough tactics, I wasn't stupid enough to believe their well-trained

mbed down from the cab and

these mofo's were and what the hell they were

. My gaze landed on a huge duffel bag full of guns. I

side. Damn it! How could I

moved in the trunk was much smaller than the trained soldiers. I crawled toward the

two children inside! The jerks had separated the trunk from the sea

taking in the

eir wrists and ankles were handcuffed and connected with a chain like they were mental p

ful thing to children?

ling. She was unconscious. How did they rationalize trea

something. I could only assume he was trying to get out of his restraints. His hair was matted, and I

y couldn't keep kids locked up l

w with my nail, but t

ped h

pped m

ped a

d wildly, but he didn

e illness. Running to the other side to talk t

w up, cover

tained his cheeks in streaks. I could barely make ou

were dripping with blood. He bared his teeth at me as he tugged agains

t he'd been working

chewing

e bone. Muscle and tendons dangled as he fought against the cuffs. With his

d to che

hook my head. No.

I heard th

that wanted to eat me. Derek and Thomas need

d up and grabbed the hammer. More gunshots ec

hammer over my head and brought it down

the door, I grabbed the bag of guns and heaved them back to our truck. T

ame type I saw them take inside. It looked ready to shoot, but crap, I had no idea. Wasn't there some kind of

t me other than keeping the barrel pointed at the ground, was to always remember to t

ainst their shoulder as I ran into the warehouse. If something had happened to Der