Dying Days 3 Read Free

I'll flash my boobs at you or show you my thong, and you'll probably shoot Eric in the foot."
    "Probably."
    "Besides, you're forgetting the most important part of your loss."
    "What?"
    "I grabbed your dick."
    John blushed and looked away. "I didn't forget. It's just… I guess I lost but really won."
    "I'd like to think so." Darlene opened the door to her stilt house. "I'm going to make coffee. Want some?"
    "Sure. I'll be in. Give me a minute."
    "I will bring your cup out. We can sit out here. If you look far enough out to sea, you can't see zombies looking to eat you. It makes for a pleasant way to enjoy coffee. I might even have something to snack on."
    "I'll set the chairs up." John was smiling at her.
    "What's that look for?"
    "Nothing." He turned away again. "Just glad to have met you."
    Darlene walked up to him and put a hand on his arm. "Same here. I can't imagine going this alone."
    "I know I keep sending you mixed signals, and I'm sorry. You have to know I want to be with you. But I can't right now."
    "Shh." Darlene put a finger up to his lips and, suddenly, wanted him to kiss it, but knew it would be wrong. "You don't have to explain a damn thing to me. Let's just kill the rest of this afternoon sipping coffee and pretending there's a future for all of us."
    "Alright."
    Darlene leaned in, suddenly, and kissed his cheek. "I cheated, so you get the kiss."
    "I'll take it."
    Darlene pulled away before she really kissed him. She was excited just being this close to him. "Coffee coming right up."
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
     
    Eric White took the binoculars back from Chris Gray. "Anything?"
    "Nothing," Chris said.
    "I don't get it." Eric scanned the beach, the pier and A1A. There were no zombies in sight. He'd been quite proud of all the traps, pits and fences he'd constructed in this stretch of Flagler Beach. But he couldn't block the ocean off completely, and they'd seen more and more undead being swept in from the water and deposited here.
    "Two weeks ago we took out a dozen of them." Eric looked around.
    "Maybe they moved on?"
    Eric glanced at Chris, seated next to him on the dune buggy. He disliked the guy. Everyone thought he was creepy, and he was. He lived in the furthest stilt house and kept to himself. The only reason he was out here, helping, was because Darlene had forced him to. Otherwise, he'd ignore everyone until he ran out of something.
    "We'll check the pier." Eric drove the dune buggy up A1A, keeping his eye out for an ambush. Not that these mindless creatures were capable of setting a trap, but they could be just over the next dune, hundreds of them, swarming and, now, attracted to the roar of the engine.
    When Eric pulled into a parking spot, he wasn't surprised to see no zombies loitering. But the neat stack of bodies placed under the pier shocked him.
    Chris saw it as well, and hopped off with his baseball bat and rifle.
    Eric looked around, expecting to see a sniper on the roof of Finn’s, the corner restaurant, or movement across the street at Veteran's Park. But it was quiet.
    "Are we going down there?" Chris asked. He clearly didn't want to.
    "We need to ascertain what's going on, so we can report back. Come on, and keep your eyes open. By the look from here, I'd say we have living company in the area."
    They went down the steps to the beach.
    "Why spend time piling up the dead?"
    "Maybe there is a large group and they want to make this a safe haven. Who knows? I just hope they want to talk first and do not try to shoot us." Eric pulled his 9mm. "Move away from me, so they won't have a shot at both of us at the same time."
    "The bodies?"
    "No, whoever did this." Eric was going to have a word with Darlene when he got back about not pairing with this kid again. He was arrogant, lazy and thought he was in charge half the time.
    Eric took three steps down the stairs to the beach when the smell of decay and rot