Love & the Zombie Apocalypse (Book 1, Zombie Apocalypse Trilogy) Read Free

grin off your face,” Tony said.  “You’re thinking about Selena again, aren’t you?  Man, you’ve got it bad.”
    “I know, I know.” Adam flipped the hamburgers.  “I think she may be the one.”
    Tony whistled.  “The one?” 
    “Where are you taking her tonight, son?”  Mrs. Guerra sat in the lawn chair near the tall privacy hedges.  The ice in her glass clinked as she sipped lemonade. 
    “ Bellissimo .”
    Tony whistled again.  “She must be the one.”
    Tires screeched.  F ollowed by a roaring explosion.  Adam dropped the spatula on the grill.  “What in the -?”
    Joey rushed to the hedges behind Mrs. Guerra.  “I can’t see anything from here.”
    “ It sounded like a car accident,” Adam said.  “Tony, can you call an ambulance?  I’ll get my first aid kit.  Mamma, stay right there.”
    Adam closed the lid on th e grill and sprinted up the porch stairs.  Tony had his cell phone pressed against his ear and Joey was still dancing around near Adam’s mother, trying to see over the bushes and into the street. 
    Something was go ing on.  Shouts and cries filled the street.  Hopefully, no one was hurt too badly.  Adam opened the screen door and heard the strangest sound coming from behind him.  It sounded like an animal’s growl.  He glanced over his shoulder. 
    From this angle on the porch, he could see into his next-door neighbor’s yard.  A dozen or so people were headed for his backyard - actually, straight toward Joey and his mother. 
    “Hey!”  Adam called out.  “What are you guys doing?”
    A woman in the front of the group heard Adam.  Her head snapped up.  The woman opened her mouth, like she was yawning, but instead she unleashed a snarl. 
    What in the hell?  
    The group continued forward, straight toward Adam’s backyard.  What was going on?  It was clear they were looking for trouble, but who were they? These punks had a lot of nerve to trespass on his property in broad daylight. 
    “Mama! ” Adam raced down the stairs.  “Get up!  Come here, quickly!”
    Joey backed away as the first person crashed through the hedges and into Adam’s backyard.
    “Get the hell out of here!”  Adam yelled.  Four more people blasted through the bushes and into his yard.  “Mama, get up!”
    Joey tried to help Mrs. Guerra out of the lawn chair.  She had a bad hip and it was difficult for her to stand from a sitting position.  Joey yanked her out of the lawn chair, but the lead female in the group did something that Adam never could’ve imagined. 
    Sh e launched herself in the air – like a cheetah on the African grasslands attacking a gazelle – and onto Mrs. Guerra, knocking her to the grass. Joey tried to pull the lady off Mrs. Guerra, but two other people jumped on his back.  Adam’s mother screamed as the woman bit her face.
    The rest of the group was on Joey and Mrs. Guerra before Adam and Tony could reach them. Adam couldn’t wrap his head around what he was seeing.  The strangers weren’t just attacking his mother and best friend; it was worse than that. Much worse.
    A dam felt his world spin out of control as he watched in horror as the group of trespassers devoured his mother and best friend.
     
     
     
     

 
    Chapter Two
     
    The hand violently slapped against the bedroom window.  A wet meaty slap.
    Rachel blinked several times.  Gone with the Wind was stuck to the side of her face.  She rubbed her eyes and a speck of mascara scratched her eyeball.  Why was someone banging on her window? Or had she dreamed about a hand hitting the glass?
    The clock on the bedside table blinked 4:56 P.M.  It was safe to go out to the living room now because Gene was gone for the night.  Happy hour at the Wooden Barrel started at 4:00 P.M. sharp and there wasn’t a day, in Rachel’s year and a half of living at the Jones’ house, that Gene had missed happy hour.
    What could only be described as a groan sounded from the front lawn.  Rachel