The Hunt Chronicles (Book 2): Revelation by J.D. Demers Page B

beam.  It was working.  Man, I really hated her that day.
    Karina sat down near me and Boomer moved over next to her.
    “They didn’t teach that stuff when you were in school?  Well, you probably were not in AP classes, but I thought that regular classes would teach basic physics.”
    “I’m sure they did,” I said, trying to brush her off.  The last month I had been bothered by how short Fish was when he spoke to me.  He wasn’t really much for words.  I missed him immensely at that moment.
    It took a while, but I finally managed to pry the plywood completely off, but the shingles still held fast to the wood.  I cut away the edges of the roofing paper and tar shingles with my K-bar knife allowing the first of the rainwater to seep into the attic.  By the time I was done, I had cut three of the four sides.
    I used the crowbar to pry the rest of the plywood from the beams.  With the paper and shingles severed, I could move the section of roof freely.
    Using every ounce of strength I had left, I pushed the roof section up until it fell over on the outside of the roof.  It slammed down and fell short from sliding off the side of the house.  The shingles I hadn’t cut were holding it in place.
    The rain was coming down in heavy waves as I pulled myself up onto the top of the house.  I was tired and my hands hurt, but I knew this was the time to get moving.  Zombies didn’t like the rain much and thunder seemed to confuse the hell out of them.  I thought it was probably safer than moving around during a clear, sunny day.
    My binoculars were useless during the heavy rain, so I was left with just what my eyes could see.
    I only saw two zombies.  Both were down the road hugging the side of a house.  They were oblivious to me and seemed to only want to get as much under cover as possible.  I was happy to see my hypothesis of dead-heads hating the rain was true.  I wasn’t comfortable with the fact that I didn’t know where any of the other zombies went.  I knew some were in the garage, but there were hundreds following us. 
    They did have time to scatter, though.  It had taken me about an hour to break through the roof.  That gave them more than enough time to scatter and find shelter.
    The next twenty minutes pretty much sucked.  I had to get back into the attic, hoist Karina up, and then hand Boomer to her.  He was a big dog.  In the month since he joined me, he had to have grown to at least eighty pounds, if not more.  The scary thing was he wasn’t even fully grown yet.
    Getting down from the house wasn’t much easier, and the rain only made it more difficult.  I chose for us to descend from the roof into the back yard, which had a tall wooden privacy fence.  After I hung myself over the edge of the roof and jumped down into the grass, I grabbed a patio table and pushed it over to the back of the house.  Getting Karina and our equipment down was easy, but Boomer took his time before he finally let me grab him.
    Before we left, I glanced back up at the roof.  That was the second time I had an idea that saved me and someone else’s life.  Both involved getting on the roof of a building.  I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel some sort of pride.  I would never be as good a fighter as Fish, but damn if I couldn’t be as smart as him.
    Thinking of Fish made me think about whether our friends made it to Camp Holly or not.  I looked over at Karina who was strapping the MP5 over her shoulder.  I remember thinking about what Chuck said about getting her back to the group.  He also said that I should leave right after we made it to them.
    Could I do that?  I didn’t know if I could or not.  I pushed it out of my mind as we made our way to the gate. 
    I walked forward with my Glock at the ready.
    I peered through the crack between the fence and the gate and saw that the front yard was clear of zombies.  We were sloshing around in mud as we exited the yard, but again, the noise was