Zombie Rules (Book 4): Destiny by David Achord Page A

under the stairs and were easy to kill.
    "I bet they've been stuck in that closet the whole time," Kelly opined and eyed them curiously.
    “Oh, that’s so gross,” she blurted. “They’ve been eating off of each other.”
    “Yep, I believe you’re right.”
    It took her a second or two until the reality of it sunk in and she started gagging. I shooed her outside and finished searching the house. Unfortunately, there was nothing of value in this house. In fact, the rewards were very few. The only big treasure we found was a foot locker filled with some nice woodworking tools and a one pound plastic container of Folgers coffee.
    “It’s still sealed,” I exclaimed when I showed it to her. “So, it should still be fresh, sort of.”
    “Wonderful,” she said and then gestured at the tools. “Those must be old. Do you know how to use them?”
    “I’m no expert, but I can learn.”
    “Maybe we can learn together, right?”
    “Of course.”
    “Not a bad haul, huh?” Kelly asked.
    “No, not bad at all,” I responded. In addition to the tools and coffee, we’d found some toothpaste, a package of dental floss, and a couple of boxes of baking soda.
    “Are you glad I’m with you?” she asked.
    “You mean here with me scavenging?” I asked.
    “You usually only do this yourself.” I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her tight.
    “Yes, I’m glad you’re with me.”
    “No more Lone Ranger bullshit then?”
    “No more Lone Ranger bullshit,” I agreed. She smiled and kissed me.
    “Okay, Kemosabe, let’s drain some gas tanks and move on.”
    “Where to?” she asked. I shrugged.
    “I think we’re going to need to concentrate more in the rural areas and country farm houses. My gut tells me that’s going to be the best chances of finding ammo. We have to be careful though.”
    “Okay, let’s do it,” she said with a smile.
    We were able to siphon out somewhere around ten gallons from a couple of cars. Kelly poured in a bottle of Heet while I looked over a map and pointed out an area on Hobson Pike near the Wilson County line.
    “This area is only a couple of miles away. I bet there’re some farms around.”
    We exited the neighborhood and back onto a main road. We’d only traveled maybe twenty yards when Kelly gasped and pointed. The black SUV was stopped down the road, the two occupants sitting there staring at us.
    “They’re starting to really irritate me,” I muttered. Kelly retrieved the binoculars from the console and looked them over.
    “They have binoculars now. The dude is checking us out and the woman just waved at me.” Kelly suddenly inhaled. “He’s holding up a microphone.” I frowned before turning on our CB radio. I had no idea what channel they’d be on, so opted for nineteen. I made a show of holding up the microphone and pushed the talk button.
    “Can you hear me?”
    “Most definitely, man.” The response was in a thickly accented voice.
    “Why are you following us?” I demanded.
    “Perhaps it is you who is following us,” he responded in a cheerful, almost mocking voice. “Do you intend us harm?”
    “If you think we’re following you, I’ll put your mind at rest right now. Goodbye.” I put the microphone back on the hook and drove away in the opposite direction. Kelly looked over her shoulder as I sped off, drove through some yards, and exited the subdivision on a back street.
    “They’re following.” I glanced in the rearview mirror and felt my jaw muscles tightening. I sped up at about the time he spoke on the radio again.
    “Please stop, señor . I was only kidding with you. We want to talk with you.”
    I spotted a small knot of cars piled together at an intersection. The way they were all jammed together reminded me of an incident a couple of years ago when Rick and I were being followed. There was a gap between a few of the cars, but you had to zigzag through it at a slow speed. I drove through it, whipped the truck around and stopped about fifty