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

woman actually gets away and starts for one of the neighbors’ houses. She’s moving slowly because of her age. She seems like she probably needs a cane.
    “We should help her,” Fergi says. “We’ve got to help her.”
    “Hell no,” Teddy says. “I saw Danny fighting one of those things and it kicked his ass. It was an eighty year old zombie, he still barely got out alive.”
    “I took it easy on her,” I say, trying to explain myself even though nobody’s really listening. “It was my Nana, I had to hold back a little.”
    “We can’t just let them just die,” Fergi cries.
    I’m more on the side of letting them die, personally. The thought of running outside right now with all of those creatures stumbling after me—chasing me down—I can’t really justify it. No matter how much of a coward I might be.
    The zombies have the old man on the ground next to his car. One is eating right through his coat and burrowing into his stomach. Another latches onto the top of the guy’s skull and starts tearing at it.
    But the old woman has reached a neighbor’s house. She’s knocking on the front door, probably screaming to be let in. The zombies are a few feet away and there’s still time for someone to let her inside. But the people inside won’t open the door. I can see them standing there, right at the window, just like us. Watching the old lady pound and scream and beg.
    “Jesus, this is fucking awful,” Shep moans.
    “I feel…I feel kind of…” Verne turns and pukes on Martha.
    It looks like he just spilled a can of creamed corn down her shirt. “Ugh! You fucking puked on me!”
    “They got her,” Nips says. “Fucking hell, they got her.”
    And it’s true. The first zombie catches up to the old lady, pulls her off the steps and drags her down to the lawn, where it instantly begins devouring her face. Before I turn away, I see her legs and arms kicking and fighting like a beetle that’s been turned on its back.
    That’s an image I won’t forget anytime soon.
    People move away from the window in stunned silence. We just witnessed something that is beyond comprehension. And no one wants to admit how frightened we really are.
    I’m struggling to hold my shit together. Especially when my balls start itching again and I feel like I can’t scratch them with everyone around me. God, I really need those antibiotics.
    “Most of the zombies are eating the old woman now,” Nips says, doing a running commentary now as if he’s the Howard Cosell of zombie cannibalism. “They’re feeding on her like a bunch of goddamn hyenas.”
    “Do they even have hyenas in Japan?” Teddy asks.
    Nips turns away from the window and glares at Teddy. “What has Japan got to do with it?”
    “Well, you’re from Japan, right?”
    “Yeah, my parents were from there. I was born here, just like you.”
    “Oh. I see.” Teddy nods.
    “No, you don’t see. You think I’m a fucking foreign exchange student like that kid in Sixteen Candles or something?”
    “I’m more of a Breakfast Club kind of guy,” Teddy says. “The part where the principal gives Bender two months of weekend detention is so badass.”
    Fergi looks at all of us. “You guys are being idiots, you know that?” She points outside. “People are being eaten out there!”
    “We know that,” Verne says, wiping the puke off his chin with the bottom of his shirt. “I’ve said over and over what we need to do.”
    Martha’s gone to the kitchen to clean the vomit off her.
    Casey’s still sobbing. “Ohhhhhh….Ohhhhhh……Ohhhhhhhhhhh…..”
    Shep’s back on the couch, head in hands.
    Teddy’s still sipping his beer. Burp. Burp. Burp.
    “Right now, we have a chance to get to a store, find some supplies,” Fergi tells everyone, looking for some sign that people understand what we’re up against. “Maybe even some weapons.”
    I clear my throat. “We should go. We need to go and get supplies or we’ll end up dead of starvation before we get