door before putting the gun away. "I don't know why you're so worried. They'll both be fucking thrilled. Shit, maybe we'll name our first son after you. Or our first girl."
Jeff turned and walked out before the little bastard got up enough courage to do something stupid.
Now he needed to actually go to the Lich Lord with the names of the two girls and hope he'd agree to it.
Chapter Nine
Tosha had no choice but to eat as much of the food as she could and bury the rest in the dunes fifty paces away, knowing she'd never come back for any of it. She managed to find four pistols with ammo and put them in her backpack, along with three dented cans of soup. She was sweating her ass off, and the long walk south wasn't going to be fun.
She decided to leave the road and follow the beach, which might be dangerous with zombies coming out of the surf, but still nicer than being trapped on the road. If she were lucky, she'd find some shade or an intact house to hide in and rest.
And a hot shower and some hot food. Maybe air conditioning and a bottle of rum.
Tosha was starting to rethink her stroll on the beach because it wasn't easy going. The sand was loose and her feet were getting buried with each step. She was sure her left shoe had a hole in the bottom because she could feel the sand between her toes and it wasn't pleasant. Her backpack and gear were heavy as well, but she needed everything she'd recovered from the van: the shoes, some food and a pair of thongs that didn't fit right but was better than nothing.
She began taking a hard look at the houses to her right, just past the dunes and walls. Tosha needed a place to crash at some point, and she might as well check out the neighborhood. Maybe she'd get lucky and find something she could use.
Her initial goal had been to find the stilt houses Darlene and her man had told her about, but when she'd finally gotten around to Matanzas Inlet she saw the ruin, the smoke still lingering. They'd all been dead for weeks or months, and there was nothing much to salvage.
There were several zombies on the beach ahead but they looked like stupid ones, shuffling in random directions. Nothing to worry about. She thought how odd the notion was, but the smart zombies were the real threat. The dumb ones had been just practice.
Tosha easily wove in and out of the zombies, not even worrying about putting them down. It would be a drop in the bucket if she killed any of them. And a waste of her time.
She could see a few coming from the surf in the distance and wondered for the hundredth time where they were walking from. Had they washed in from another location, or actually crossed the Atlantic Ocean? Oil rigs? Cruise ship passengers? Japanese zombies?
Up ahead she saw what looked like a man-made barrier and she sighed. Where there was a wall there were people, and usually people who wanted to trap you and take your shit. Or your life.
Tosha went up and over a sea wall onto the back lawn of a dilapidated two-story home overlooking the ocean. It must've been something special back in the day, but now it was a mess. Weeds choked through the back brick patio area, and the doors and windows were destroyed on both levels. Seagulls had built a sizeable nest on the upper deck and there were so many piles of animal shit scattered around she thought she'd be sick.
While she didn't want to venture back onto A1A, Tosha didn't think she had a real choice. As she came around the house, she heard a car engine. Could it be Cowboy again, driving around looking for her? She squatted behind the dead bushes near the front of the home for a better vantage point.
The engine died in the distance. It wasn't as close as she'd first thought, thanks to the echo between the two homes. Confident she was, once again, alone, she slipped into the house through the gap where
Jeff turned and walked out before the little bastard got up enough courage to do something stupid.
Now he needed to actually go to the Lich Lord with the names of the two girls and hope he'd agree to it.
Chapter Nine
Tosha had no choice but to eat as much of the food as she could and bury the rest in the dunes fifty paces away, knowing she'd never come back for any of it. She managed to find four pistols with ammo and put them in her backpack, along with three dented cans of soup. She was sweating her ass off, and the long walk south wasn't going to be fun.
She decided to leave the road and follow the beach, which might be dangerous with zombies coming out of the surf, but still nicer than being trapped on the road. If she were lucky, she'd find some shade or an intact house to hide in and rest.
And a hot shower and some hot food. Maybe air conditioning and a bottle of rum.
Tosha was starting to rethink her stroll on the beach because it wasn't easy going. The sand was loose and her feet were getting buried with each step. She was sure her left shoe had a hole in the bottom because she could feel the sand between her toes and it wasn't pleasant. Her backpack and gear were heavy as well, but she needed everything she'd recovered from the van: the shoes, some food and a pair of thongs that didn't fit right but was better than nothing.
She began taking a hard look at the houses to her right, just past the dunes and walls. Tosha needed a place to crash at some point, and she might as well check out the neighborhood. Maybe she'd get lucky and find something she could use.
Her initial goal had been to find the stilt houses Darlene and her man had told her about, but when she'd finally gotten around to Matanzas Inlet she saw the ruin, the smoke still lingering. They'd all been dead for weeks or months, and there was nothing much to salvage.
There were several zombies on the beach ahead but they looked like stupid ones, shuffling in random directions. Nothing to worry about. She thought how odd the notion was, but the smart zombies were the real threat. The dumb ones had been just practice.
Tosha easily wove in and out of the zombies, not even worrying about putting them down. It would be a drop in the bucket if she killed any of them. And a waste of her time.
She could see a few coming from the surf in the distance and wondered for the hundredth time where they were walking from. Had they washed in from another location, or actually crossed the Atlantic Ocean? Oil rigs? Cruise ship passengers? Japanese zombies?
Up ahead she saw what looked like a man-made barrier and she sighed. Where there was a wall there were people, and usually people who wanted to trap you and take your shit. Or your life.
Tosha went up and over a sea wall onto the back lawn of a dilapidated two-story home overlooking the ocean. It must've been something special back in the day, but now it was a mess. Weeds choked through the back brick patio area, and the doors and windows were destroyed on both levels. Seagulls had built a sizeable nest on the upper deck and there were so many piles of animal shit scattered around she thought she'd be sick.
While she didn't want to venture back onto A1A, Tosha didn't think she had a real choice. As she came around the house, she heard a car engine. Could it be Cowboy again, driving around looking for her? She squatted behind the dead bushes near the front of the home for a better vantage point.
The engine died in the distance. It wasn't as close as she'd first thought, thanks to the echo between the two homes. Confident she was, once again, alone, she slipped into the house through the gap where
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