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

killed by those zombies.”
    But puke face Verne’s still shaking his head. “If we just start running around to shopping centers, we’re going to die. I guarantee it.”
    “Okay then,” I tell him. “How about we make two expeditions? You can lead one, and you can go to the police station or the nearest kindergarten or whatever.
    Everyone who wants to try that can follow you.”
    He smirks. “Thanks, big guy. Like I need your stamp of approval.”
    I continue. “Me and Fergi are going to try and get some supplies, maybe a few weapons to defend ourselves. Anyone want to come with us?”
    Teddy raises his hand. “I’m in.”
    “Isn’t this jackass called Foreskin or something?” Verne says. “You can have him.”
    Shep drops his hands and looks up at me. “I’m down too, brother.”
    Eventually everyone else says they want to go with us. Verne stands there, his face red as they all defect to our side. Even old puke shirt, Martha, decides she wants to be in our expedition.
    “You still going to the police station?” Fergi asks him.
    Verne rolls his eyes. “If you all want to kill yourselves, I guess I can’t stop you.
    So I may as well come along and try to be the voice of reason.”
    “Great,” I mutter. “I was hoping we’d lose this clown.”
    “We better get out of here,” Nips says, the only one still staring out the window at the gruesome scene. “These zombies are eating fast. I think the buffet’s going to close down soon and then they might come back over here again.”
    “Okay, let’s do a head count,” Fergi says, scanning the room. She counts nine of us. “We should take two cars, tops, because we have to stay together.”
    Verne raises his hand. “I’ve got my minivan. It seats six people easily.”
    Now all of a sudden this guy is Mr. Helpful. I don’t trust him.
    “Well if six people go with Verne,” I say, “then I can drive me and Teddy and Fergi.”
    “I’m scared to go out there,” Casey says, having finally stopped her incessant wailing. Her whole body is trembling. Verne walks over and hugs her dramatically.
    “Now, now. Everything’s going to be fine,” he says. “I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”
    You get the feeling he thinks someday we’ll all be telling Barbara Walters what a fucking hero he was during the big zombie crisis.
    “So, is everyone ready to go?” I ask.
    “Yeah. But wait. Where are we going, exactly?” Shep says.
    Teddy snaps his fingers. “Let’s hit the Super Shaws over on South Main Street.”
    “Is there a pharmacy in that one?” I ask.
    “Yeah, definitely,” Shep says.
    “Good thinking,” Fergi tells me. “We should stock up on medical supplies, drugs, antibiotics, everything.”
    “Great minds,” I say, pointing at my head.
    “And then we should try and get to Dick’s Sporting Goods,” Fergi continues.
    “They should have some rifles and ammo, unless they’ve already been looted.”
    “Shep, you got any baseball bats, tire irons or anything?” I ask. “To use against the zombies?”
    Nips peers outside again. “Yuck. It looks like someone broke open a bunch of piñatas out there, only there was raw meat inside of them instead of candy.”
    Shep starts for the hallway.
    “Where are you going?” Vomit shirt Martha shouts.
    “I’m going to grab my toolbox from the garage. That should give us something to fight these things with.”
    “Hurry!” Fergi says.
    We all wait for Shep to come back.
    “How much…uh…food is still left for the zombies to eat out there?” I ask Nips.
    He shakes his head. “Not that much. By the way, I don’t think I’m ever going to want another bowl of chili for the rest of my life after seeing this shit.”
    The room has broken up into different groups. Fergi and Teddy and me stand in one corner, while Verne’s hanging with vomit shirt Martha, crying Casey, and this other girl who I think’s named Elisa. She barely talks—maybe she’s in shock or