Surviving The Zombie Apocalypse (Book 2): Conflict by Joshua Jared Scott

said.
    “Me
too,” added Tamara, after a long pause. She patted Chris on the shoulder. “Will
you be okay by yourself for a few hours?”
    “I’ll be
fine. Just hurry back.”
     
    *
* *
     
    They set
out first thing the following morning. The sun was shining, and they could see
a long way in the distance. Hopefully, they wouldn’t have to go far before
spotting someone. Then, a few hours later, the weather began to turn. It grew
colder, and clouds began to appear behind them. It was obvious that a
significant storm front was moving in.
    “We have
to keep going,” said Morgan.
    “Are you
nuts?” demanded Tamara. “It’s already snowing, and it’s going to get worse.”
    “I know
this!” Regaining control, the man took a deep breath. “Okay, we have two
choices. We go back to Chris. I’m pretty sure we can find him again, but once
we’re there we’ll be stuck in that car. As bad as it looks to be getting, I
can’t see anyone coming to look for us, not right away. The other option is to
keep going and find someone.”
    “We
might be dead before we find the other house,” said Barbara.
    Kenneth
nodded his agreement. It was bitterly cold, and nightfall was still hours away.
    “I think
the odds of dying are greater if we go back.”
    “Then,
if we don’t go back, Chris is going to die.” Tamara was clearly upset. “He’ll
be all alone.”
    “If we
find someone, we can send help and get him before that happens,” explained
Morgan.
    “So bad
choice one or bad choice two, that’s it?” asked Barbara.
    “That’s
right.”
    She
turned to her boyfriend. “What do you think?”
    Kenneth
hesitated. He thought pressing on was a mistake. They didn’t know where the
other house was located, and if they moved any further away the odds of finding
Chris again would be close to nil. Then again, no one had come for them. It
seemed odd, but maybe something had happened, some disaster or crisis that
diverted their attention. There was no way to know. Even if it was an oversight
of some sort, this storm might be one of those nasty blizzard type gales that
lasted days and dumped several feet of snow. If that was the case, they really
might die, even if they returned to the car they’d been sheltering in.
    “I don’t
know Barbara. It’s a bad call both ways.”
    “That it
is,” agreed Morgan.
    “Really
bad,” added Tamara. “I think we should go back.”
    “I say
forward.”
    “Me
too,” said Barbara, agreeing with Morgan.
    Tamara
turned to Kenneth. “What about you?”
    He
gripped Barbara’s hand tightly in his own. “We’ll keep going.”
     
    *
* *
     
    Kenneth’s
tale grew more distressful at this point. They did not find the house they
sought, nor did they come across any people. A single zombie was spied in the
distance, but the thing didn’t notice them and was soon lost from view as the
wind and snow increased. Faced with a virtual white out, they marched forward,
shivering violently and holding hands in order to not be separated. Morgan was
in the lead, with Tamara gripping his belt to accommodate the pain he felt from
his burned arms.
    They
clambered up a slight incline, and Morgan stopped.
    “What is
it!” yelled Tamara, barely able to make herself heard over the storm, barely
able to speak from exhaustion.
    He
didn’t answer, instead pulling them forward. Then a spot of black appeared in
front, and they gratefully piled into the back of the delivery truck.
    “Are
you… Are you okay Barbara?” Kenneth, who was in the rear, closed the door
behind them. The howling wind thankfully vanished.
    She was
shivering every bit as much as he. “Cold.”
    “Huddle
close,” ordered Morgan.
    The man
ignored his own advice and scooted forward to check the front of the vehicle.
    “Anything?”
asked Tamara.
    “A body.
Shot in the head. He’s pretty much frozen.”
    “Does he
have a coat?”
    “Kenneth!”
    Barbara
found the mere thought of robbing the dead disgusting.
    “Just
jeans and a