Zombie Rules (Book 3): ZFINITY Read Free

silence,” she cooed, which succeeded in gaining my undivided attention. We had not had sex since she had given birth. Well, I mean, we’d done other things, but not good old fashion toe curling sex, and it was killing me.
    “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” I asked hopefully. Julie answered by rubbing lower. “Are you sure?”
    “Just be gentle love,” she whispered, as she pulled her night shirt off.
     
    Terry and I headed out after breakfast, drove straight down Nolensville Pike, and hung a left on Thompson Lane and continued driving west as it changed into Woodmont Boulevard. The Boy Scout’s corporate office was located on the corner of Woodmont and Hillsboro Road. We looked it over as we drove into the parking lot.
    “It’s bigger than I thought,” Terry observed as he looked at the building. I nodded in agreement. “Well, I guess it’s a no-go. We can come back later when we have more people.”
    “Hell, let’s give it a try. If it’s too risky, we’ll back out and move on,” I said, and pointed. “Besides, there aren’t any cars in the parking lot. Chances are pretty good the place is empty, or almost empty.”
    My guess was right. The building was empty and we cleared it easily. The problem was not the size of the facility, it was the contents. The scout supply store had been completely looted. The only merit badges we found were on sashes, which were framed and proudly hanging on office walls.
    “Well, I guess I can cut all of the badges off and then we can sew them back on when they earn them,” Terry lamented.
    I took one of them off the wall and carefully removed it from the picture frame. Holding it up, I looked the sash over. “The sash is a rather simple pattern. Julie can sew some new ones with some cloth. It might look a little better than a used sash.”
    Terry looked at me. “Hell, why didn’t we think of it sooner?”
    I agreed with a chuckle. We were about to start a secondary search for anything we could find useful, but stopped when we heard the sound of a car outside. We traded a look, checked our weapons again, and stepped out quickly.
    We had our assault rifles rigged with front slings, combat ready where we could bring them up and start shooting quickly, if needed.
    The two of us exited the building and watched as a GMC Yukon Denali parked near my truck and four people exited. Their body language was tense, unfriendly. Terry instinctively sidestepped to the left of me.
    “Hello,” I said, while looking them over. The youngest one was a boy about my age. Two of them, a man and woman, appeared to be a year or two older, and one was a man in his forties. They were all black, and all were wearing black clothing, complete with berets and mirrored sunglasses. Their jackets were festooned with military ribbons and patches. They all had weapons and weren’t smiling. There was a tense silence before the older one spoke.
    “What were you two doing inside my building?” he asked. His voice was icy, menacing. I guess he thought he was being intimidating. I looked at him with contempt.
    “Your building?” I asked. He nodded slowly, which I assume was supposed to appear menacing.
    “We charge a tax for using our property,” he continued, “you two white boys haven’t paid.”
    “Sure we did, I left it inside for you,” I responded and hooked my thumb toward the door behind me. He looked at me curiously.
    “I took a big, nasty shit right in the middle of the lobby. If you hurry, it’ll still be warm,” I continued evenly. “It’ll be the most nutritious lunch you’ve had in quite a while.” The younger one scowled at me. The older one, I guess he was their leader, smiled without humor.
    I returned his humorless smile. “Oh, I’m sorry, is this supposed to be the part of your fantasy where we piss our pants and beg for your forgiveness?” I asked.
    “You’re going to beg alright,” the younger one said with a sneer.
    “Don’t count on