Revenence: Dead Silence, A Zombie Novel Read Free

population, and there were stretches where the farms were about five minutes apart. 
    She was still mulling over the fact, trying to decide if she should continue down this same road or not, when the sight ahead swiftly made up her mind for her.  About two-hundred yards away, she saw wreckage of an accident that involved at least three cars, taking up the entirety of both lanes.  Going around the accident was not an option. This whole stretch of road featured ditches at least six feet deep, and the road and shoulders appeared to be blocked solid up ahead with wrecked cars.  She saw vague figures darting around and heard the anguished, horrified shrieks that only helped to solidify the conclusion she was so desperately trying to avoid...that This is, indeed, the fucking zombie apocalypse, princess .  The voice was floating up from the suppressed judgment that she wouldn't admit to herself she'd already made. She determined that she didn't want to know what was going on down the road. She screeched to a halt and threw the car into reverse, backing up about a hundred feet to where she had seen an even more rural country road.  Although this one quickly turned to gravel, she concluded that it was a better option than trying to get past the wreckage up ahead, and most likely joining them in their unintentional demolition derby and, undoubtedly, their human flesh feast.  She figured she'd detour and most likely make her way back to the highway. She realized now more than ever that she needed to make it to her parents' house, needed to make sure they were okay and all hole up together until this bizarre predicament was under control.  She made a right and hoped it was the right decision.
    She was about five miles in on the gravel road and had not yet some across a single driveable crossroad to continue her detour back to the highway.  There had been one to her right, but as she began to turn onto it, she saw a large sign.  BRIDGE OUT, 2 MILES AHEAD.  Damn it.  Full steam ahead, I guess.  No other choice .  She drove on.  She was about five miles in when she rounded a curve and spotted what she presumed to be more wreckage about a 1/2 mile ahead.  She could see the flames and smoke spewing into the air, and didn't need to get any closer to guess what was going on.  As she looked ahead, she saw in the distance some figures running in the direction of her car, and she knew now that she had no choice but to get off of the road. She was approaching a driveway up ahead on her left, a thick, dense treeline obscuring the view of what lay beyond.  She didn't know whom or what to expect beyond that treeline, but she didn't suppose she had much to lose. She already knew there were people waiting to eat her up ahead on the road, and she still saw no crossroads whatsoever as she scanned the road ahead of her. It was either pull off the road and maybe encounter something terrifying at that farmhouse, or continue on down the road and have it as a certainty.
    She slowed only as much as she had to to avoid losing control of the car and drove along the 1/4 mile-long dirt driveway. At the end, a large, two-story house sat on the left side, and a handful of outbuildings, including a barn with a corral and a few horses, on the right. There was a large wind turbine turning out behind the house.  She opened up her glove compartment and took out her assault baton before venturing outside of the car. Even though it wasn't legal for her to own, it had come in handy before.  An ex-boyfriend had given her some pointers on how to use the baton, and she hoped now that it was still fresh in her memory.  Although she'd feel safer with a gun, she was glad to have something to defend herself with.  Still, she was praying it didn't come to that. She didn't really feel prepared to go head-to-head with a zombie, baton or no baton.
    She headed in the direction of the large garage, on the opposite side of the driveway from the house...then she