Time of Zombies (Book 2): The Zombie Hunter's Wife Read Free

with the shouts of children outside her motor home. A thump
hit the door as someone tagged safe. A smile crossed her face and the world
seemed a little better, as strange as that was. When the world went to hell,
even small things could make it possible to get through the day.
    Jumping out of the covers, she dressed in layers,
making it easier to peel off extra ones later in the day as the weather warmed
up. She was used to layers from living in San Francisco her whole life, but not
used to the warmth of a February afternoon in the East Bay.
    She’d spent last February here, but it still
amazed her that winter could be so unwinter-like, with some days as warm as
summer in the city.
    She sighed, missing the fog and the ocean breeze
off the bay. Pulling her hair back into a ponytail, she flung open the door to
sunshine and a wind that already carried a hint of the almost-balmy warmth they
would face in the afternoon, as if spring was right around the corner.
    Her boys raced to her side. Yelling and pushing at
each other to be the first. The two oldest pushed each other, knocking over the
middle one in the process. The littlest boy reached her first today. Dylan’s
small body rocketed into her, knocking her off balance. Her arms swept around
him and gave the little one a giant hug. Two seconds later she was hit with
three more boys as the oldest, Aiden and Bryant hugged her together and Connor
squeezed in, as usual.
    “How are my RVers today?”
    “Mom,” echoed in four different voices with the
exasperation exactly the same. It still thrilled her to be called mom by her
adopted sons.
    “That is so lame,” Aiden added, being the
spokesman for the group as the oldest and a born leader. “We aren’t RVers. We
are Rogue Vantage.”
    She bit her lip to stop a laugh from escaping. Four
serious faces stared at her. Michelle reached out and ruffled little Dylan’s
hair. “Sorry. How is the Rogue Vantage doing today?”
    Smiles broke out across white, tan, and brown
faces. Her friend, Emily was always sprouting off that the zombie apocalypse
allowed everyone to start anew. She could play along if her boys wanted to
sound like a ‘gang.’ Although, with the oldest being ten years old and the
youngest just turned six, they weren’t too tough of a gang. Her breath still
caught in her throat at the memory of these four kids being the only ones left
at this RV storage facility after a deadly virus took all the adults and
everyone else just left. Her eyes watered with the thought of the children
living with dead bodies too heavy for their young arms to move and dispose of
properly.
    She cheered up as they pulled her toward the
eating area of the compound with shouts of breakfast and food and now . Today, Dylan stayed by her side as the other three rushed to get a
place in line. Over their heads she could see Beth Evans and Miranda Stevens
had food duty today. Her gaze traveled over Beth’s pregnant stomach as the
girls moved back and forth to serve the group. The stomach seemed to have ballooned
overnight. Last month Beth had started borrowing bigger clothes from some of
the ladies and now she looked like the scavengers would need to find a
maternity store for her.
    Someone bumped into her from behind and she knew
without looking that it was her friend, Emily. She’d know that stomach
anywhere. If there was anyone bigger than Beth at the moment, it was her friend
who was at least a month behind the young girl in her pregnancy.
    Turning, she looked down. Even knowing what to
expect she still gasped. “You look like you’re going to give birth any day.”
    “Thanks a lot,” Emily said, lightly smacking her
arm. “I still have months to go.”
    “No way,” Dylan put in. “You’ll explode by then.” He
spread his arms and made the sound of an explosion.
    Michelle held her breath as Emily’s eyes watered
up and she started crying. “Oh, sure. Pick on the fat lady.”
    “Crying? There’s no crying in the