Family Matters: Season 2 Book 3 (Killing the Dead 9) by Richard Murray Season 2 Book 3 Page A
Authors: Richard Murray Season 2 Book 3
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seemed that the universe wanted Lily to die because it surely wasn’t helping us get there.
“We need to go back,” Gabriel said and when the two of us looked at him he elaborated. “If there’s this many here, then what will the hospital be like?”
“He has a point,” Gregg said and wilted a little beneath my glare. “Well, he does mate. We can’t fight our way through that many and we sure as hell won’t be any use if we die too.”
I glanced from my friend to Gabriel and back again. I felt little for my brother. I’d had no use for him prior to that moment and so had no respect to lose but Gregg was a friend. Someone I had thought I could count on.
“Give me the list,” I said. Voice cold, so very cold.
“Don’t do this,” Gregg said, a touch of pleading entering his tone. “She wouldn’t want you to die like this.”
My grip tightened on my knife, the urge to thrust it through his throat almost overwhelming. I’d been alone once before, thrived as a killer in a world that would hate me for it. Friends, family, and even lovers had been considered a weakness and yet somehow, as the world fell, I had changed. Become weak. Reliant on others. No more.
I snatched the piece of paper from my brother's hand and with a final look of disgust, turned my back on them and walked around the corner.
Chapter 8 – Ryan
Keep low, move from bush to tree, to another tree. Pause, is that zombie looking this way? No, it’s turned back, go! Damn, duck! It’s okay, you weren’t noticed. Head for the building. Stop! Down behind that car, wait for it to pass. Wait, wait, wait… go.
Stop! I cursed as I slid to a stop on the gravel and almost collided with the zombie that stepped out from behind the tree. My arm lashed out, knife driving up beneath its jaw and silencing it before it could make a sound.
I paused and looked furtively around as I pulled clear my knife. They didn’t notice, I thought to myself and exhaled a brief sigh of relief as I set off once again. Jinx a dark blur on the edge of my vision, silent and watchful for threats.
Into the bush, avoid the sharp thorns because the last thing you want is an open cut on your skin when surrounded by the infected. Wait for the two zombies to pass by. Moving so damned slowly. Come on, come on… Go!
The bush rustled as I pulled my way free and set off at a fast pace. Knife held low, ready to strike out should I need it. Which is likely, was the thought that came as I reached the corner of a low rectangular building.
Its colour matched the red stone of the other buildings but this one was definitely new. Large windows of clear glass covered the length and wide glass doors were set into the stone. The roof was some form of plastic looking panel that looked cheap next to the older buildings. Several cars were parked before the doors and a large metal bin on wheels was pushed up against the wall.
I rounded the corner carefully, all too aware that I was pushing my luck. Not to have been noticed so far was nothing short of a small miracle and it was only a matter of time before one of the undead caught sight of me.
For a moment I considered checking the cars but decided against it as soon as I realised that even if one of them had the keys in the ignition, the battery would likely be flat and the petrol of no use after several months sat in the parking space. Besides which it would just attract attention.
It was still at least two hundred metres to the road that ran past the eastern edge of the campus and that was in a straight line. As I looked beyond the building where I crouched, I could see that the only way to make it across would be to kill more than one of the damn things.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the claw bladed knife, taking a moment to pull the blade away from the handle. It wasn’t much, but it would help and I’d need all the help I could get. A quick look down to see my furry shadow staring back, tongue lolling and looking for
“We need to go back,” Gabriel said and when the two of us looked at him he elaborated. “If there’s this many here, then what will the hospital be like?”
“He has a point,” Gregg said and wilted a little beneath my glare. “Well, he does mate. We can’t fight our way through that many and we sure as hell won’t be any use if we die too.”
I glanced from my friend to Gabriel and back again. I felt little for my brother. I’d had no use for him prior to that moment and so had no respect to lose but Gregg was a friend. Someone I had thought I could count on.
“Give me the list,” I said. Voice cold, so very cold.
“Don’t do this,” Gregg said, a touch of pleading entering his tone. “She wouldn’t want you to die like this.”
My grip tightened on my knife, the urge to thrust it through his throat almost overwhelming. I’d been alone once before, thrived as a killer in a world that would hate me for it. Friends, family, and even lovers had been considered a weakness and yet somehow, as the world fell, I had changed. Become weak. Reliant on others. No more.
I snatched the piece of paper from my brother's hand and with a final look of disgust, turned my back on them and walked around the corner.
Chapter 8 – Ryan
Keep low, move from bush to tree, to another tree. Pause, is that zombie looking this way? No, it’s turned back, go! Damn, duck! It’s okay, you weren’t noticed. Head for the building. Stop! Down behind that car, wait for it to pass. Wait, wait, wait… go.
Stop! I cursed as I slid to a stop on the gravel and almost collided with the zombie that stepped out from behind the tree. My arm lashed out, knife driving up beneath its jaw and silencing it before it could make a sound.
I paused and looked furtively around as I pulled clear my knife. They didn’t notice, I thought to myself and exhaled a brief sigh of relief as I set off once again. Jinx a dark blur on the edge of my vision, silent and watchful for threats.
Into the bush, avoid the sharp thorns because the last thing you want is an open cut on your skin when surrounded by the infected. Wait for the two zombies to pass by. Moving so damned slowly. Come on, come on… Go!
The bush rustled as I pulled my way free and set off at a fast pace. Knife held low, ready to strike out should I need it. Which is likely, was the thought that came as I reached the corner of a low rectangular building.
Its colour matched the red stone of the other buildings but this one was definitely new. Large windows of clear glass covered the length and wide glass doors were set into the stone. The roof was some form of plastic looking panel that looked cheap next to the older buildings. Several cars were parked before the doors and a large metal bin on wheels was pushed up against the wall.
I rounded the corner carefully, all too aware that I was pushing my luck. Not to have been noticed so far was nothing short of a small miracle and it was only a matter of time before one of the undead caught sight of me.
For a moment I considered checking the cars but decided against it as soon as I realised that even if one of them had the keys in the ignition, the battery would likely be flat and the petrol of no use after several months sat in the parking space. Besides which it would just attract attention.
It was still at least two hundred metres to the road that ran past the eastern edge of the campus and that was in a straight line. As I looked beyond the building where I crouched, I could see that the only way to make it across would be to kill more than one of the damn things.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the claw bladed knife, taking a moment to pull the blade away from the handle. It wasn’t much, but it would help and I’d need all the help I could get. A quick look down to see my furry shadow staring back, tongue lolling and looking for
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