Regurgitated (Book 2) (The Filthy Apocalypse) Read Free

school.”
    “Do you realize how easy it will be for zombies to penetrate a school? Windows everywhere. Multiple sets of doors. That’s like the worst place to try and set up camp,”
    Fergi says.
    Nips is tapping on the window, while one of the zombies—a fat black zombie I like to think of as Professor Klump—is staring inside, his tongue making circles and his big white teeth pressing against the window.
    “Look at this fucker,” Nips says. Tap, tap, tap.
    “Will you stop teasing them?” Casey pleads. “You’re getting that one all riled up.”
    “I’m not scared of this fat retard.”
    “Well I am,” Casey says.
    Verne’s face is still red from arguing with Fergi. “I don’t understand why you’re all refusing to listen to reason.”
    I walk over to Verne and put my hand on his shoulder. “Hey, buddy. You need to chill.”
    He shrugs me off. “Why should I be chill? Take a look outside and tell me one good reason.”
    “Listen, for the record, I think Fergi is right. I think we need to get out of here, get some supplies and then come back and wait this out.”
    He snorts. “And who cares what you think? You spend eighty percent of the time in the bathroom doing god knows what.”
    “No need to be disrespectful. I’m just saying—“
    He pushes a finger into my chest. “You think I didn’t see you and Fergi go off into the bedroom together? What’d she do, suck your dick? She loves to give head, I know it personally.”
    “Fuck you!” Fergi shouts, jumping at him. I get between them and try to keep them apart.
    Verne laughs and shakes his head as she tries to swing on him. “Stupid whore.”
    “What did you call me, little limp-dick motherfucker?” she screeches.
    She’s a feisty one. I turn away from Verne and place my hands on Fergi’s shoulders. I look her in the eye. “Calm down. Calm the hell down or nobody is going to want to go anywhere with you.”
    Fergi wipes the back of her hand across her mouth and then blows a strand of hair off her face. “Forget it. He’s not worth the spit in my mouth.”
    “That’s not what you said when you were slobbing my nob,” Verne replies.
    She turns back to say something and I whisper in her ear. “Listen, he’s just trying to get you upset so that he can win this argument. He wants everyone to go run to the police station or a fucking elementary school. That’s all. Just let him run his damn mouth, nobody’s going to follow him.”
    “Okay. Thanks.” She gives me a quick smile. “He’s such a jerk. And he really does have a tiny penis. It’s less than three inches, hard, I swear.”
    Shep has his head in his hands, sitting on the couch. Over by the window, Nips is still tapping at the glass like a lunatic. Suddenly he looks up at us. “Damn, we got company. Another five zombies just joined the party.”
    Everyone rushes to look out the windows. Now there are a bunch of them out there, stumbling around the house, pushing against the glass. Sticking their faces up and trying to lick or bite their way inside. It really is weird when you see them. A couple of them have obvious wounds, too. Like one guy has no arms at all, and another is missing the entire lower portion of his jaw. He’d have a hard time eating anybody.
    Casey’s crying now, sobbing into her hands. “Ohhhhh….Ohhhhhh…..Ohhhhh…”
    People are starting to panic.
    “What if they get in here?” Martha asks.
    “They won’t,” Shep says, finally getting off the couch. “They don’t know how to do even the simplest tasks. They’ve never even tried to get in through the front door or heaved a rock at one of the windows.”
    Nips jumps back from the window as if shocked. “Oh, shit! They got somebody!
    They got somebody!”
    Looking outside, we can all see it.
    A car is stopped in the middle of the road, and a few of the zombies have surrounded it. They pull an old man out of the driver’s side and an old woman out of the passenger’s side of the car. The