The Demented Z (Book 2): Desolation (Book 2) Read Free

combination.
    Hank stood next to Rachael, firing into the oncoming group
that was staggering its way across the lawn.  
He knew he didn’t have many shots left.
    Suddenly Rachel screamed.
    Spinning to the side, Hank saw several demented sprinting
toward them. These had come around the
opposite side of the house and had it not been for Rachael, he might not have
noticed them until they were practically on top of him.
  He was amazed how fast they were...unbelievably
fast. Hank rapidly lined up his sights and
began pulling the trigger.
    Tom’s heart was pounding after hearing the scream.
  He knew there must be lots more infected and
the three of them desperately needed the weapons and ammo inside the safe.
  After finally getting the entire combo dialed
in, he took a deep breath, and gave the handle a jerk.
  Thankfully the handle slid to the side,
allowing the door to swing open.  
Reaching in, he grabbed a pair of preloaded magazines, jammed them in
his pockets, and grabbed his AR15. Knowing
the AR already had a loaded magazine, Tom pulled back
the slide to charge the rifle, and sprinted across the shop.
  Before reaching the others, he saw Hank’s AK
run dry. Rachael stood next to him, her
AK empty as well. “Safe’s open.
  Loaded AK mags are
on the bottom shelf.”   Tom shouted as he
came up next to them.
    Tom surveyed the scene and found that Hank was able to take
care of several infected that now lay crumpled in the gravel driveway.
  There were five undead shambling across the
yard, nearly to the lawn’s edge, a trail of bodies left in their wake.
  From the looks of things, Hank had already
cleaned up most of the threats. Lifting
his AR to his shoulder, Tom sighted through the quick acquisition scope, and
centered on the slow moving group.  
Picking off one zombie after another, he began decimating the group.
    Suddenly there was the sound of crunching gravel to Tom’s
left. Leaving one undead standing, he
spun toward the sound and found the angered face of one of the demented racing
his way. It had come from around the
side of the shop and was nearly on top of him.  
Rapidly pulling the trigger, he dropped it to the ground at his feet.
    Gunfire erupted from behind him.
  Turning back toward the house, Tom saw the
final undead dropping to the gravel on the far side of the driveway.
    “Let’s fan out and check around the shop and house for
stragglers.”   Tom said.
  “That seemed semi-coordinated.”
    Hank and Rachael stepped up next to him, both holding their
loaded AKs. “Some of the demented are
smart little rascals.”   Hank said.
    “I’ll cover the front, while you two sweep around the
buildings.”   Rachael said.
    Tom nodded in agreement and headed off around the shop.
  Hank took off for the side of the house.
  Within a couple minutes they were all back in
front of the shop, no shots fired.
    “I don’t want to burn any more daylight, let’s get
moving.”   Tom said.
    Rachael nodded to the shop and said, “There’s a bunch more
weapons and ammo in the safe...let’s at least grab what we can carry and lock it
up.”
    “Good idea.”   Tom
replied.
    It only took a few seconds of the three of them standing in
front of the safe before it turned into what looked like a Black Friday free
for all. Each of them began grabbing
pistols, holsters, magazines, and ammo.  
Rachael swapped out her AK47 for a 12 gauge pump shotgun.
  Not having the precision aim that Hank and
Tom had, she felt much more comfortable with the point and shoot technique
offered by a shotgun. Hank swapped out
his AK for a .308 hunting rifle with a scope.  
Taking two rifles was both cumbersome and heavy, so they all opted to
grab pistols as their secondary weapons.
    “Everybody good to go?”
  Tom asked after a bit.
    Hank chuckled, “Unless you have a shopping cart, I think I’m
good.”
    Rachael nodded her head.  
“Let’s roll.”
    After closing and locking