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

and tries to grab the
passenger side of the vehicle. Bo and I jump back from the windows in
fear and instinct. Ashton gives a small terror-filled screech. We
make it to the end of the driveway and Will turns left taking the
back way to my parents home in Little Village, away from Stephan.
    I turn around and check on the
boys. Both sets of eyes are wide with terror. I want so much to sob
with the heartache from knowing there's not a lot I can do to take
that terror away, but they need me to be strong and in charge, not in
the fetal position on the floor, bawling like a baby.
    "Boys?
You alright?" Of
course they're not alright, you Dumb ass!
    "Everything's
going to be ok." What?
When? Say's who?
    Ok. So I'm bad at reassuring with
words. At least I'm trying! I squeeze their hands and give them what
even I know is a weak smile, but it's all I've got. They give me an
equally weak smile in return and go back to staring out the windows
in horror.
    I turn back to the front and look
over at my husband. His hands are clenched on the steering wheel. His
eyes darting from side to side and front windshield to rearview
mirror. Even though it's Mid-October and quite cold at night, he is
covered in sweat from the stress of having to try to keep his family
alive and probably the shock of the situation, as well. I rub his arm
and tell him I love him. He replies he loves us, too.
    My husband is an amazing man.
We've only been married five years this past August but it feels like
forever, in a good way. Bo and Ash aren't biologically his but all
three feel the same way I do with my dad, don't call him their step -dad, those are fightin' words! He is actually in the
process of getting the boys adopted, but I guess now, that doesn't
really matter. If things go to all kinds of hell, (ok, worse than
they are now) then who would know, or care, that his last name isn't
legally their own?
    He works at a small school in a
small town as a maintenance man. Almost everyone, young and old,
thinks the world of him. He's the type of guy who will do anything
for anyone, which can be good and bad. Bad, because his
willingness to help others is oftentimes taken advantage of. He's not
violent unless he has to be. And he's very protective of me and our
boys. We never have to question his love for us. Oh, he drives me
freakin' crazy, don't think he doesn't! But I do love this man.
    I turn away from him and look
straight ahead, my mind racing. So now what? Where do we go that's
safe? IS there anywhere safe? Where do we get a gun? (I'm much better with guns than
swords and knives.) Are my brothers and sister and their families
safe? Do we____
    "SHIT!" I'm yanked out
of my thoughts by Will's yell and look around wildly, trying to find
the zombie he's freaking out over. Nothing. No zombies here, yet. "We
are almost out of freakin' gas!"
    _____turn into looters to get
what we need to survive? I finish my last thought from before he
interrupted me with a different ending. I tell him to calm down, that
we have enough to get to a gas station, not mentioning we have no
money. Why worry him even more?
    I'm trying to plan what needs to
be done, where to go, what to do to be as safe as possible, but I
realize our plans can and probably will, change minute by minute. I
mean, really! I seriously doubt the zombies are going to stick to the
movie scripts.
    It's completely dark now and we
are almost to the highway that, making a left turn on, will take us
to Little Village, when I see the road across the highway that leads
to the school my husband works at. Like a flash of light (which
reminds me of that damn sensor light which still pisses me off) I get
a brilliant idea.
    "Honey! Go straight! Go to
the school!" I'm so excited about my brilliant idea, I’m
actually bouncing in my seat.
    Will looks at me and by the
expression he's wearing, I think I'm scaring him. So I force myself
to calm down and explain my idea to him.
    "Babe, think about it. That
school has some basic medical