The Undead World (Book 5): The Apocalypse Renegades by Peter Meredith Page A

yet, pretty much did whatever Jillybean suggested.
    They started by searching the vehicles in the parking lots to find ones that could run. While Jillybean kept the monsters occupied, running Jazzy Blue all over the place, her little team went from car-to-car, checking gas tanks, battery levels, and tire pressure. Gas was easy to come by, and batteries could be jumped and recharged using the truck Captain Grey had found before his capture, however, finding vehicles with proper tires was getting to be an issue. Most sagged, halfway to being completely flat.
    Eventually, they found three good-sized trucks with tires that were, “good enough” and then they were off to find food and guns. The little girl directed them to the bunkers where the bombs were first. She thought bombs were very scary but also handy. Her team was altogether petrified of them.
    “There’s nothing to worry about, Mr. William,” Jillybean said. “They won’t splode all by themselves. See, watch.” She went down into the bunker, picked out a chunk of C4 and carried it back into the sunshine. Without warning she threw it down on the ground as hard as she could. It thudded into the dirt and just sat there—some of the adults had cringed, while not a few leapt away or hid themselves behind the trucks.
    “See?” She went to pick up the block a second time, but William stopped her.
    “Maybe you should let that one just lie there for a little bit. Just in case.”
    She scrunched up her face, trying to understand why he’d want to do that. “Naw, we might forget it.” Without a touch of fear she picked up the block and then put it into the back of the closest truck. “We need to get more of these, and some of the detonatorers, that’s what means little bombs that make the big bombs blow up. Come on, Mr. William.”
    So fearless did she appear that the group followed her down into the bunker. Joslyn came in with a wrinkled nose. “What’s that smell? It smells like the air could catch on fire.”
    “Yeah,” Jillybean replied absently. Her eyes were going over the shelves as she tried to remember everything Captain Grey had mentioned concerning all the various types of ordinance in the dark room. He had gone on-and-on, using many words she didn’t know. “Make sure you don’t use a lighter,” she added. To herself, she said, “I think…I think I need Ipes.”
    Not this place , Ipes said with dread in his voice when he emerged from the pack. Jillybean, I swear you’re going crazy .
    “Am not,” she said to the toy. “We may need this stuff, you never know. Now help me remember all the stuff Captain Grey said.”
    I shouldn’t help you, except I know if I don’t you’ll end up blowing us both to the moon. First we have to get the good detonators . Ipes’s memory was, as usual, perfect, and the more he spoke the more Jillybean recalled the names and uses for each of the deadly tools in the room. Under her direction, the group piled up everything she needed: all the remaining C4, three boxes of blasting caps, reels of det cord, four crates of hand grenades and three more of Claymore anti-personnel mines. Finally, they took an even dozen LAW rockets. The rest of the ordinance either wasn’t suited to their needs, or Grey had bypassed them without saying a word, and so she didn’t know what they did.
    Outside in the fresh air, Joslyn had one of the crates open and was staring in at a stubby rocket launcher. “It says Light Anti-tank Weapon . Why on earth do we want any of these? And where’s the, you know, the bullet part. You know the thing you shoot?”
    Jillybean, who thought her questions were silly, didn’t answer, even though she was an adult. She glanced in at the LAW rocket launchers and frowned; they were terribly un-impressive. Each consisted of a green tube, three inches in diameter and about a yard long. There were two small pips to use when aiming and a raised hunk of rubber on top, the purpose of which was not