Sirens of the Zombie Apocalypse (Book 2): Siren Songs Read Free

to stretch things even a
little to mimic World of Undead Soldiers —his favorite
online game, he'd say he slayed the undead and other supernaturals to
rescue a buxom maiden.
    Looking at her now, Liam admitted Victoria wasn't very buxom, and
strictly speaking they
rescued each other , but he allowed some liberties in
retelling his own story. She was also a filthy mess. When he'd found
her she was wearing an elegant black cocktail dress she'd worn since
her survivor story began, and over the course of their escape from
the city she'd gotten filthier and filthier. Now she was covered in
black coal dust from their stint on the train, and it was nearly
baked on from all the running and sweating they'd done to get away
from the horde of zombies this morning. She wasn't much to look at
right then as far as a damsel to be rescued. If he had a mirror he
assumed he looked just as bad.
    Fortunately, he could overlook all those things and simply see the
pretty young woman who captured his heart over the few days they'd
been together. She was sleeping peacefully next to Grandma, both
lying at the foot of a large sycamore tree on the near the bank of
the river they'd just crossed. A large mass of zombies could still be
seen on the other side, although a majority of them had wandered away
since there were no easy pickings anymore.
    Liam shivered when he looked across at the horde on the wrong side
of the river. He fancied himself an expert on zombies. He'd been
reading zombie books and watching zombie movies since he was a small
child. Probably much earlier than was reasonable if the parenting
experts were to be believed. It did give him plenty of reference
material to explore the behavior of these plague victims, though he
was quick to realize real life was much more random than any book.
Sometimes luck played as much of a factor in survival as preparation.
It's something you can't appreciate until you've seen death within
inches, only to have it pass by harmlessly. Liam resolved to cherish
every second he had with Grandma, and make every effort to be a
stand-up man for Victoria. He'd seen too many men give up, fade away,
or just go crazy over the past few days. He knew just being there for
her would be more than most men could provide in this new existence.
    So what do we do now, Mr. Expert?
    Liam had been working on that problem since Victoria laid down to
sleep. Was that an hour ago, maybe two? He looked at his watch and
saw it was nearly noon. Noon on the fourth day since the sirens.
    He didn't know exactly what they should do, but almost every book
he'd ever read on zombies made it clear the only way to truly survive
in the long run was to find a strong group of like-minded
individuals. Not that he was being choosy back in St. Louis, but he'd
dropped in with a group of St. Louis city policemen as they escaped
the city last night. It maximized his own odds for sure, though
getting out was still a very close affair.
    Once on this side of the river, many of the police and other
survivors had scattered, in a hurry to get wherever they needed to
go. The only officer he really missed was Jones, the beefy black cop
who laid down his life saving a large group of survivors. He had
nothing against any of the remaining officers, but they all had
families and were quick to be moving on. Liam needed to go somewhere
specific. Home.
    He looked at the roadblock and only saw a handful of local cops, a
couple police cars, and a mish-mash of other survivors loitering
about, as if unsure where to go next. It was a new day. A new part of
the world. A new adventure. It was just like setting out in his
online gaming world.
    Except in this world you don't get to start over if you die.
    2
    Marty was asleep. She knew it right away. She was standing in her
backyard. The lush green grass contrasted with the fresh white paint
of her standalone garage filling the scene before her. She left her
real house days ago, and now she was standing in her yard, as it