Blog of the Dead (Book 3): Lost Read Free Page B

help Charlotte get Kay out,’ I yelled at him over my shoulder. ‘Me and Clay will hold this lot off. Go!’
    Misfit hesitated then released me and darted off down the corridor yelling, ‘Out! Get out!’
    Me and Clay had put a little distance between us and the zombies but we had to stop just before we got to the living room door in order to give the others chance to escape. I glanced behind me to see Misfit and Charlotte emerge from the room, dragging Kay between them. ‘Go! Go! Go!’ I yelled as I slammed my knife through a zombie’s head before backing up as much as Misfit and Charlotte’s progress would allow. The mass of zombies was relentless as it pursued us along the long corridor, their ravaged arms reaching out, desperate for food after so long in captivity.
    ‘Not today, guys,’ I said as I backed into the kitchen.
    Clay attempted to close the internal kitchen door but the sheer weight of the zombies pushing it from behind prevented him from doing so and he was flung backwards as the door swung open. With the others already out front, me and Clay turned and darted for the external door.
    Outside, I saw Misfit and Charlotte bundling Kay into the back of the Mazda. Misfit then dived into the driver’s seat just as me and Clay reached the car. We both flew into the back, practically crushing Kay, though I didn’t think she was in a condition to notice. With our arms and legs entwined, I glanced back towards the bungalow to see zombies spilling out onto the forecourt, their arms outstretched, their rotten faces saying, ‘Please come back. We’d love you to stay for dinner.’
    Offer refused. 
    A short drive later, we pulled up outside an Oast house surrounded by countryside. It appealed to us due to the tall brick wall around its grounds and an iron gate at the front. Plus the area was clear of zombies, so Misfit stopped the car in front of the gates. With my knife in my hand, I jumped out, having squeezed through the front seats to sit alongside Misfit en route, and opened up so he could drive through into the front yard. He pulled over beside the bright red front door.
    I closed the gate and jogged to catch up with the car. The place looked secure from the outside, but we had no way of knowing what awaited us on the inside so, this time, Charlotte stayed in the car with Kay while me, Misfit and Clay went to check it out.
    The front door was locked. Misfit shot off around the circular section of the building and it wasn’t long before I heard a smash and not long after that, the front door swung open. Misfit stood before us.
    ‘Nice place,’ I said as I squeezed past him into the entrance hall.
    ‘Yeah, I’ve gone up in the world,’ he replied, following me, his knife held at his side.
    Me, Misfit and Clay split up and checked the downstairs rooms.
    ‘All clear,’ I said to them as we gathered in the living room.
    ‘Let’s head up,’ said Misfit, nodding towards the staircase that led off the far end of the room.
    Without another word, the three of us edged our way up the stairs. My senses automatically searched for sounds, smells and sights that could indicate the undead. I heard nothing, smelt nothing and saw nothing out of the ordinary but I had learned from the last place we stopped at – that meant nothing. Expect the unexpected.
    At the top of the stairs we paused to survey the scene – only four doors; three closed, one partially open. Misfit darted towards the open door. He pushed it fully open and, beyond him, I could see a sleek, modern bathroom sink sat below a window. Misfit took a second to run his eyes around the room from where he stood before turning back to me and Clay and nodding the all clear. We then split up for the last three rooms. I paused outside mine and placed my ear against the wood, straining to hear any tell tale sounds within. I couldn’t hear anything so I pushed the handle and slowly shoved the door open. As I stuck my head through the gap I realised I was