Safety Lost (Killing the Dead Book 3) Read Free

unlocked the door and went inside.
    Alex started to whimper as the door opened and I strode straight towards him and kicked him in the side, knocking him to the floor where he lay gasping for breath.
    “Why...” he began to say as I reached down and rolled him onto his back before resting one foot on his chest.
    “I will tell you why I am about to kill you Alex” I said and watched as his eyes widened with fear. “I had something very important to do last night. It was something that I was stopped from doing when you drugged me.”
    Alex gasped and shook his head from side to side as he tried to deny what he had done. “Had to keep you from going out.” He whined, “Dangerous, you would have brought them here.”
    “Because of your actions a friend of mine is likely dead and as I have had so few friends in my life, you will understand why I take that personally” I told him calmly as I knelt down beside him. I reached into my pocket and pulled out one of the Stanley knives.
    The blade of the knife was only an inch long which would be useless when stabbing someone, but was more than enough for slicing through flesh. I placed the blade beneath his jaw and savoured the terror that engulfed him.
    “Please, don’t...” Alex began to say as I pushed his head back and then with one swift motion I drew the blade across his throat, cutting cleanly through the skin and muscle beneath. I was glad that my short blade would not cut deep enough to reach the carotid artery.
    Alex died slowly, the blood flowed from the wound and he made a number of gurgling noises as he tried to breathe. I sat and watched as his eyes grew dim and revelled in his death. He had drugged me and forced me to lose the one person I actually cared about. His actions made him far from innocent and I could enjoy his death, knowing that I had not broken Lily’s rules.
    I stayed there for some time, sat with the corpse of Alex and waiting for some idea of where to go next appear to me. Nothing came and I was left feeling for the first time in my life, alone. It was not a pleasant feeling at all.
    With a sigh I pushed myself to my feet and left the office. No matter where I went, I would have to do something. I couldn’t just sit in one place and hope for the best. I had no map and only a rough idea of where the golf course lay, but it would be as good a place as any to begin my journey.
    The truck that sat in front of the gates was unlocked and I pulled open the door and climbed onto the roof of the cab. From that vantage point I could see the area around the yard. It was not a reassuring sight.
    I was definitely on the wrong side of the river and another bridge lay some distance from the front gates. The land between the bridge and the yard was made up of industrial buildings and a small number of zombies walked along the roads. The bridge itself was blocked by cars and teeming with the undead.
    It seemed that I was going to have to swim across the river as the bridge was out of the question. My concern was the number of undead that may still be in the water. I had a very real fear that I would set off across the river only to be dragged under and devoured.
    The easiest place to cross would be where I climbed out during the night. I approached the wire mesh fence and after a glance through to ensure I would encounter no zombies, I climbed over and dropped down to the river bank.
    Weeds, mud and rotting leaves made up the ground and I had to force my way through to the waters’ edge. I stood on the banking and gazed across the dark waters. The roar of the waterfall somewhere downriver wasn’t too much of a concern, it wouldn’t be very large and the current wasn’t too strong to swim across.
    A branch sticking out of the water started to move and I realised that it was in actual fact the mud covered arm of a zombie, likely one of the ones that had followed me into the water from the bridge. I really didn’t want to try and swim across the river after