Dying To Live & Fighting To Live-Book One and Book Two (Zombie Overload Series) Read Free

at each
window. Not seeing anything, I turn back to the room as my mom
answers.
    "Mom. Are you OK?"
    "Yeah. I'm fine. Why?"
    "Didn't you watch the news
tonight? Did you see anything going on in Stephan while you were
there?" I can't keep the fear out of my voice even though I'm
trying.
    "No, I didn’t watch
the news. They did have some streets blocked off and a bunch of cops
everywhere, but I don't know why. What did the news say?" My mom
must be in the tub. I can hear water gushing in the background.
    "Well, there are people,
ummm, well, DEAD people, eating live people. And the news said the
police can't contain or control them and that the dead were spreading
out over the city. Everyone should stay inside and not try to go to
Stephan." I know the words came out in a rush but saying them
made it all seem so unreal and I just knew she didn't believe me.
Hell, I don’t believe me!
    I hear the water shut off and she
tells me she will call me back in a minute. Ok. Maybe she does
believe me or, if not, maybe she will find out more information about
it herself. Or she could be arranging to have me committed. It
could go either way.
    I shove the cell phone in my
pocket and tell the boys to follow me. We go into the kitchen and I
have Bo get boxes out of the closet. We gather all the food that will
last without refrigeration and load up the boxes. I get the cooler
out and make sure the two bags of ice we keep stocked (I don’t
use ice trays) are within quick and easy reach. All the cold items I
want to take with us I put on one shelf so no searching or thinking
about it. Just grab, toss in cooler, and go. I pull out a box of
Ziploc gallon-size baggies and start filling them up with silverware,
cooking utensils and anything else we might need from the kitchen. I
take a baggie to the bathroom and put all our toothbrushes and
toothpaste in. In a grocery bag I place our deodorants, shaving
items, etc. I grab a package of toilet paper (priorities are
different for everyone) and move it all near the stairs.
    In mine and my husband's bedroom,
I pull a large suitcase from the closet and yell at the boys to get
four complete outfits (NO SHORTS!) and I pack mine and Will's clothes
while waiting for the boys. When they bring their clothes in, I throw
them on top of ours and zip the case up. Then I add blankets,
sleeping bags and pillows to the pile. I ask Will to take everything
to the van and put in the very back. He informs me he has also loaded
the plastic tub of camping gear. Great idea! We have a camping stove
in that tub along with many other useful things.
    We have no guns (not because I don't want them!) but my husband collect swords and knives.
Fortunately, they weren’t all just 'For Decorative Use Only'. I
grab as many of the real ones that I can.
    My cell phone starts playing
Maroon 5's 'Payphone' and I pull it out of my pocket. Seeing 'mom' on
the screen, I push the answer button but before I can get it to my
ear she's already talking.
    ".....and he's on his way
home. You all need to get over here but be careful. Have you seen any
yet?"
    "No. Not yet. We're almost
finished loading the van. You guys stay safe and be careful, too.
Love you, Mom." I end the call with my mind racing. What else?
Is there anything else we need? Boarding up and staying here just
isn't the smartest option.
    "Hey, guys. I think we need
to head to mom and dad's now. Stephan has too many people and our
house won't be able to handle very many attacks." They all agree
and we hurry to finish getting things we think we might need. Of
course, on the boys' list of important things are their Game Boys,
which I have no problem with. But then they tell me they want to take
ALL their game systems. Sorry. No. The laptop, now that’s
another story. Good way for information and, yes, they can play on
it, too.
    With the cooler filled and
loaded, along with all the other items, I take a brief moment to look
around our home. Would we ever come back here? Will I ever see