Floyd & Mikki (Book 1): Zombie Hunters (Love Should Be Explosive!) by Joseph Tatner Page A

“Must be some in back of the army truck.”
    Floyd peered in through the tiny windows of the double doors in the back of the vehicle. He saw nothing, so he shined his flashlight inside. A hideous face slammed against the glass from the inside, eyes blank and mouth gaping.
    “Holy crap!” he yelled, falling backwards off the truck and landing flat on his back. Mikki doubled over laughing as he hit the ground.
    “Geez, Floyd, you oughta be expecting that by now!”
    “Ha, ha. Very funny.”
    The creature was pounding on the door and trying to bite his way through the glass. It wasn’t working.
    Mikki jumped up and shined her strobe inside. It was much brighter than Floyd’s flashlight. As soon as the light hit, the creature backed away. There were two other creatures inside, as well, all wearing army uniforms. Of course, with their minds gone, they had no use for the machine guns lying at their feet inside the vehicle, but what caught Mikki’s eye were the stacked boxes marked, “Grenades.”
    “Jackpot!” she exclaimed, dropping from the vehicle to tell Floyd what she saw. She took up a position about six feet back from the truck and told Floyd to throw open one of the doors.
    “Are you crazy? Let’s just go!”
    “Are you kidding? They got boxes of grenades in there! We used all my dynamite and those grenades can come in mighty handy. Come on! Pop the door. I got this.” She stuck the cigarette firmly in the side of her mouth as she took another drag, a wicked smile on her face.
    “Wait a minute! You want to shoot a shotgun into a truck loaded with grenades?”
    “Oh, relax. Them grenade boxes ain’t stacked that high. I’ll be aimin’ for the creeper heads as they come out. The light will stun ‘em anyway since they been in that dark truck for so long.”
    “I am so gonna regret this,” said Floyd, as he readied Ol’ Faithful in his right hand and grabbed the outer door handle with his left. “And watch your aim! I don’t need you to go shooting me by mistake!”
    “No problem! I told ya, I got this!”
    As soon as Floyd pulled the door outward, Mikki lit up her strobe light. It usually wasn’t effective during the daytime, but these creatures were used to the darkness in the truck. They started for the door, then froze as the light hit them just long enough for Mikki to fire off a few rounds. The first two bodies fell outside the truck and the last one fell backwards onto the floor. Something else came flying out of the truck and Mikki instinctively blew it away without recognizing what it was.
    “See?” she smiled. “Nothing to it.” She handed Lucy to Floyd and jumped in to grab a box of grenades.
    “What the hell?” Floyd scanned the area around them. They both heard the sound, but neither of them recognized it. It was like a chirping sound, but kind of ragged. Floyd’s eyes went wide as he realized the sound was coming from under the bridge. He screamed at Mikki, “Get back in the truck!”
    She came out holding a box of grenades with both hands and asked, “What truck? Your truck or the army truck?”
    “ My truck!” Floyd screamed, as he jumped inside Freedom. Mikki jumped down from the army truck and nearly fell over, carrying the grenade box. It was too heavy for her, but she wouldn’t let it go. Floyd threw open the passenger door from the inside as she approached. Mikki chucked in the grenade box just as a black cloud appeared around them.
    It was a horde of bats. Zombie bats. The shotgun blasts had awakened them. Soon they were all around as Mikki jumped in and slammed the door shut.
    Unfortunately, she wasn’t quick enough. Two of them flew inside the cab. With his gloved hand, Floyd reached over and grabbed the one that had lodged itself in her Mikki’s facemask, trying to bite her. He crushed it and threw it to the floor of the cab. Mikki was screaming and batting at the other one away as it fluttered around, but it latched on to her right forearm. She screamed even