Dead Life (Book 2) Read Free Page B

five years ago and a few years later, Dad moved out to Boonville and bought a hotel with his new girlfriend.  It's right off the highway so it should be easy to get to.”
                  “Alright, then that's where we'll head first.  Let's get some sleep.  Al's going to come wake us up in a few hours.”
                  We lay down on our mattresses and looked at each other.  “Gina, I just want you to know we're going to get out of here and to your dad's.  We'll find a safe place to wait this out.”
                  “I don't like it when you call me Gina.  I like it better when you cal me honey.”
                  She got into her sleeping bag and pulled back the flap, inviting me over.  I got in and she attacked me.  Her hands hungrily raked over every inch of my body.  We couldn't get close enough to each other.  I kissed her like I hadn't kissed her in years.  She pushed me onto my back and jumped on top.  She pounded on my chest and I grabbed her ass.  It didn't take long for both of us to reach satisfaction.  She wasn't done with me yet.  She flipped on her side in front of me.  I turned and slammed my midsection into her body from behind.  Gina's whole body trembled as she climaxed again. It was a while before we fell asleep with me holding her body tight against mine.
                  When Al came to wake us for our turn to watch, we were still in the same sleeping bag.  Unfortunately, we'd burst both air mattresses.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 5
                  Gina and I decided we were going to do our turn at watch from the roof.  Things had calmed down while we were sleeping.  There were only a few zombies roaming around outside and there weren't as many cars going by the front of the store.  Gina brought my Bushmaster .223 along and I chose the Mossberg .22 long rifle.  If we did have to start shooting from the roof, we didn't want to make a lot of noise.  The high powered rifles would draw in too many zombies and we still didn't want to have to deal with the National Guard.  Al's opinion of the Guard wasn't a favorable one.  He said they were “a bunch of trigger happy weekend warriors” and would “shoot the first one that came within a hundred yards of him.”  I didn't feel that strongly about it.  I just didn't want to get shot.
                  Before going up to the roof, Gina wanted to clean up.  I'd packed two bags for her out of the gear I bought on-line.  We kept changes of clothes in each vehicle.  If something happened to the truck or the U-Haul, we'd be able to carry on with one or the other.  Even though the truck carried most of our supplies, the Hummer had enough gear on board to get us through.  Guns, ammunition, food, water, and everything else was divided between the two.  There was even a generator on each of the vehicles.  The gas generator was in the back of the Hummer.  That was because the spare gas tanks were on top of it.  The propane generator with all our propane tanks were in the truck.
                  We got in the back of the truck and got our bags.  Al and I were going to have to get those bodies out of the back room if we were going to be here very long.  It was starting to smell pretty bad.  And since it reeked of rotting zombie in the back room, we decided to wash up in the bathrooms up front.  We got some dish towels off the shelf and headed for a sink.  Gina started into the ladies room and I went for the men's room. 
                  “Hold it right there big boy.  I thought we decided nobody was going anywhere alone.”
                  I liked the sound of this.  I did an about face and followed her into the ladies restroom.  We got undressed and got our towels wet.  I started washing myself.
                  “You're kind of dense, aren't you?”