The Zombie Chronicles - Book 5 - Undead Nightmare (Apocalypse Infection Unleashed Series) by Chrissy Peebles Page A
Authors: Chrissy Peebles
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smile, did my best Arnold impression and said, “I’ll be back,” then climbed down the ladder.
Kate and Jackie were good friends and had bonded back when Jackie was sure she’d lost Claire forever. Kate had lost her sister, and she was so supportive to Jackie. I knew Kate was worried that something might transpire on that roof that would hurt Jackie, and it really was for the best that I was taken out of that situation.
We finished our patrol without any problems, and I went to sleep in the upstairs bedroom by the bathroom, dreaming of robots and zombies and rebellions.
***
“Wake up!” Nick said. “It’s morning, time to go.” He jerked the dusty curtains open, and a bright beam of sunlight shot straight into my sleepy eyes.
I threw the covers over my eyes. “Nick!”
“Get up!” he said, yanking the covers off of me.
I slipped into my pants as my eyes adjusted to the light. “What time is it?”
“All I can tell ya is that it’s dawn.”
“Breakfast anybody?” Jackie asked, opening the door with a big smile.
She was a radiant vision, and I couldn’t help but smile. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.” She handed me Vienna sausages on a plate, along with a tall glass of water.
I smiled. “Oh, yum.”
“Breakfast of champions,” she said with a smirk.
Nick shot her a look. “What is this? The Ritz-Carlton? We’ve got no time for room service and breakfast in bed. We need to get our butts outta here.”
She didn’t even back down from him. “Calm down, Nick. It’s finger food. He can eat it on the run.”
“Dean, for goodness’ sake, get up and get dressed and packed!” Nick ordered like a drill sergeant. “We need to get a move-on, people.” He raced out the door and stormed down the stairs.
I caught Jackie staring at my chest and smiled.
She smiled back, then picked up my shirt from the ground and tossed it to me. “C’mon. We’d better get going before your big brother has an aneurism.”
I couldn’t help noticing the soft waves in her hair. “You look beautiful,” I said. “You’re such a sight for sore eyes.”
“I found a brush and got eight hours of beauty sleep,” she said. “I guess it’s good that our fearless leader deemed me a risk to the group.”
I pulled my boots on and threw on a jacket. “I’ll talk to Nick about that, Jackie. I’m sure you would have turned already if you were going to turn at all.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
“He said something about packing, but what am I supposed to pack? We didn’t find much here, other than a flashlight, a shotgun, and lemonade.”
She kissed my lips. “The little we do have was packed an hour ago, but I do have some bad news.”
“What?” I asked, grabbing my bat.
“Lucas’s wound is starting to seep, like it’s infected. We need to find some antibiotics and fresh bandages.”
“All right. We’ll find something.”
Jackie handed me a small black photo album. “Here.”
“What’s this?”
“I found a bunch of empty albums in one of the drawers, so I took one and put it to good use.”
I smiled. “Those Polaroids!”
She grinned. “Yeah. It only holds about fifteen pictures, so I picked our best shots of the gang and the ones of you and me. I used the rest of the photos to make an album for Claire. I know we can’t afford to haul too many personal luxury items around, but they’re not too big or bulky.”
I kissed her again. “I love it. Thanks.” I glanced down at the first page and read the inscription she’d written: “Victims or survivors. It’s our choice, and judging by these pictures, we choose to smile, to laugh, to protect, to love…and to survive. Stay strong and never give up. Love, Jackie.”
I ran my finger over the words, then closed the album and put it deep in my coat pocket for safekeeping; I knew it was something I would cherish forever, especially in those difficult moments, when I needed to look back on happier ones.
As we headed down the
Kate and Jackie were good friends and had bonded back when Jackie was sure she’d lost Claire forever. Kate had lost her sister, and she was so supportive to Jackie. I knew Kate was worried that something might transpire on that roof that would hurt Jackie, and it really was for the best that I was taken out of that situation.
We finished our patrol without any problems, and I went to sleep in the upstairs bedroom by the bathroom, dreaming of robots and zombies and rebellions.
***
“Wake up!” Nick said. “It’s morning, time to go.” He jerked the dusty curtains open, and a bright beam of sunlight shot straight into my sleepy eyes.
I threw the covers over my eyes. “Nick!”
“Get up!” he said, yanking the covers off of me.
I slipped into my pants as my eyes adjusted to the light. “What time is it?”
“All I can tell ya is that it’s dawn.”
“Breakfast anybody?” Jackie asked, opening the door with a big smile.
She was a radiant vision, and I couldn’t help but smile. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.” She handed me Vienna sausages on a plate, along with a tall glass of water.
I smiled. “Oh, yum.”
“Breakfast of champions,” she said with a smirk.
Nick shot her a look. “What is this? The Ritz-Carlton? We’ve got no time for room service and breakfast in bed. We need to get our butts outta here.”
She didn’t even back down from him. “Calm down, Nick. It’s finger food. He can eat it on the run.”
“Dean, for goodness’ sake, get up and get dressed and packed!” Nick ordered like a drill sergeant. “We need to get a move-on, people.” He raced out the door and stormed down the stairs.
I caught Jackie staring at my chest and smiled.
She smiled back, then picked up my shirt from the ground and tossed it to me. “C’mon. We’d better get going before your big brother has an aneurism.”
I couldn’t help noticing the soft waves in her hair. “You look beautiful,” I said. “You’re such a sight for sore eyes.”
“I found a brush and got eight hours of beauty sleep,” she said. “I guess it’s good that our fearless leader deemed me a risk to the group.”
I pulled my boots on and threw on a jacket. “I’ll talk to Nick about that, Jackie. I’m sure you would have turned already if you were going to turn at all.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
“He said something about packing, but what am I supposed to pack? We didn’t find much here, other than a flashlight, a shotgun, and lemonade.”
She kissed my lips. “The little we do have was packed an hour ago, but I do have some bad news.”
“What?” I asked, grabbing my bat.
“Lucas’s wound is starting to seep, like it’s infected. We need to find some antibiotics and fresh bandages.”
“All right. We’ll find something.”
Jackie handed me a small black photo album. “Here.”
“What’s this?”
“I found a bunch of empty albums in one of the drawers, so I took one and put it to good use.”
I smiled. “Those Polaroids!”
She grinned. “Yeah. It only holds about fifteen pictures, so I picked our best shots of the gang and the ones of you and me. I used the rest of the photos to make an album for Claire. I know we can’t afford to haul too many personal luxury items around, but they’re not too big or bulky.”
I kissed her again. “I love it. Thanks.” I glanced down at the first page and read the inscription she’d written: “Victims or survivors. It’s our choice, and judging by these pictures, we choose to smile, to laugh, to protect, to love…and to survive. Stay strong and never give up. Love, Jackie.”
I ran my finger over the words, then closed the album and put it deep in my coat pocket for safekeeping; I knew it was something I would cherish forever, especially in those difficult moments, when I needed to look back on happier ones.
As we headed down the
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