Jango's Anthem: Zombie Fighter Jango #2 Read Free

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    He waited for the man to give him further directions, but the man remained silent as he continued to smile his creepy smile. Jango found himself hating the man more and more. He felt his mind filling with terrible feelings of anger and rage. For some reason that Jango didn't know and couldn’t explain, the man set off every alarm in his head.
    Jango continued to follow the road as it twisted and climbed the rugged mountain at an almost impossible angle. As the elevation increased, the trees changed from the imported oak trees that had lined the street to the ponderosa pines, scrub oaks, and junipers that were native to the area. One side of the road was the solid rock wall of a mountainside. The other side of the road was a sheer 200-foot drop.
    As Jango stared at the rock wall , he found his thoughts turning to Sonja again. He had never known the feeling of love before Sonja had broken down his emotional armor with one lingering touch. Sonja had made him feel so warm and so alive that he felt himself flush at the thought of her touch, and the memory of her fragrance. He shook himself out of his thoughts. He knew full well that warm thoughts would get him killed, so he focused his mind on the task at hand.
    “ How much farther?” Jango asked the man.
    “ Just another mile or two,” the man said, with the same creepy half-smile frozen on his thin lips.
    Jango gripped the steering wheel more tightly, but he kept his face calm and emotionless. He would find out the truth soon enough.
    After a few more minutes, the asphalt road turned into dirt and gravel. Deep ruts were worn into the road from vehicles being driven on it during the rainy season. Jango slowed, and aimed his tires so they would ride beside the ruts, rather than in them.
    A few minutes after th e road became gravel, the man instructed, “Take a left up there.”
    They followed a long, winding dirt road that led nearly a mile back into the dense, brooding forest. Evening was upon them, and Jango began to question whether or not it was a good idea for him to be there.
    He stopped wondering about the wisdom of his actions when a palatial two-story house, with large, white columns, and a veranda that stretched across the entire front of the house came into view. Jango didn't know much about square footage, but he would guess that this house was the largest in the area.
    The house that stood before him was much larger than any of the other stately mansions and sprawling homes that he had seen lining the Governors Highway. The enormous home represented the kind of money and power that only came with inherited wealth, and Jango instinctively distrusted anything that stank of privilege.
    He pulled the car up the drive and onto a large, paved roundabout that encircled a huge fountain. Jango purposely pulled his car around so that it was facing back the way that he had come.
    Jango noticed a hum. It was an undercurrent of noise, like a large motor running far away or underground. He noticed that the house had lights burning in some of the windows. These were the first electric lights that he had seen in months.
    Jango swiftly put together the information and figured that the man must have a large, powerful generator running to have so many lights burning at one time. Jango knew a little bit about human nature, and he had a feeling that this man beside him in the car had lived his entire life hoping for something like the zombie apocalypse.
    Jango knew that there were both good and bad people in the world, and he knew the limitations that each of those groups operated under. Good people respected the laws because they believed them to be correct, and they chose not to hurt people because they felt it was wrong. Bad people, on the other hand, the twists, they didn't hurt people because they were afraid of being caught. The people like that spent their days hoping and praying for a time when there was no law, for a time when they could go out into the world