The Undead World (Book 6): The Apocalypse Exile (War of The Undead) Read Free

everything about the gun and how it had been Jillybean’s tiny hands that had been smothering the baby. Jillybean felt the guilt to such a degree that she wanted to die. She wanted to suicide herself. Tears streamed down her face, dropping delicate, clear flowers onto the baby’s forehead...no, not ‘the baby.’
    “Her name is Eve,” Jillybean said and louder she added: “You are the real Eve, not her.”
    All of this only made Sadie screw up her face to a greater degree than it had been. “What did you do, Jillybean?”
    The question was a bullet to the seven-year-old’s heart and she nearly spilled everything pent up inside of her, only others were coming awake, now. Neil was one of them. Jillybean couldn’t look in his direction. The guilt over wanting to kill him was another anchor on her soul. Not kill, suicide him —the words came trickling up from some black part of her.
    “I-I was j-just going to the bathroom and I-I tripped on Eve,” Jillybean lied. The lie came so easy to her that it was horrible. When had she become so comfortable with lying? Her daddy had taught her that lying was bad, that it was just wrong. That meant she wasn’t just bad, she was wrong too.
    Wrong was a good word for how she felt—she was just wrong.
    “Be careful next time,” Sadie said, taking the crying infant. “Go back to bed.”
    The barn quieted once more, but it was a long time before Jillybean got up. She went to where she had left the gun beneath the ducky blanket. The other girl inside her grew like a summoned demon at the sight of it, however Jillybean was too quick. She grabbed it, leapt three different people as though she were playing an advanced form of hopscotch, and shoved the gun back into Neil’s pack before she could take over.
    “Too slow,” Jillybean hissed in angry triumph.
    A voice came floating up out of the inky depths of her mind: This time , it said. It was angry too; angry at everything: Angry at the death of her parents, and it was angry that Ram had been turned into a zombie and that Sarah had been tortured with fire and then shot for no reason. It was angry that Nico was murdered and that Big Jim had been killed for nothing. It was angry that Neil had tried to give her to Abraham, and it was angry that people hunted them endlessly. It was angry that she wasn’t able to be a right, proper little girl and go to school. Instead she had to kill people with bullets and bombs and flaming ships.
    She was in a rage that Eve got to be a baby, but Jillybean couldn’t be a normal girl...and it made something inside her furious and hateful and...evil.
    While everyone else slept in the barn, Jillybean cried.

Chapter 2
Brad Crane
    The horseman in his bright armor and his tall wings, edged the stallion closer to the little man in the sweater vest, enjoying the way he leaned back away from horse, intimidated by the raw power of the beast. Brad Crane also liked what he saw behind the man: an entire barn full of cowering people thrown into fear by the appearance of one person...and a few thousand zombies.
    He also liked what he saw outside the barn: four large five-ton trucks and a pick-up sitting side by side. They were likely jammed with supplies and they were practically his for the taking. He kept the smile from his lips, however. Now was not the time to gloat, now was the time to overawe the weaklings.
    “We fight,” the little man in front said. He had his jaw set and his eyes were as squinting and as steely as he could make them, which, considering the ruined nature of his face was considerable. In Brad’s opinion, he was one of the most gruesome people he had ever looked upon. Every inch of his face was swollen and scabbed and his skin ranged from yellow to purple, with many unpleasant colors in between. There were zombies that were better looking. The man’s outfit did not match the face. It was an outfit straight out of suburbia: the checkered sweater vest was awful, but he also wore “Mom”