Zombie Rules (Book 3): ZFINITY Read Free Page A

it,” Terry said in a growl.
    “You two have some balls on you, I’ll give you that,” the older one said. His tone had lightened up a little, but not by much. I tried a slightly different tact.
    “We’re not looking for trouble,” I said, “but we’re not anyone’s bitch, and we don’t pay taxes. If you have a problem with it, start shooting.” I finished what I had to say and glared in their direction, waiting for them to make a move.
    Mentally, I was making a threat assessment, as I’m sure Terry was doing as well. The older one had a handgun still in the holster. The one who was my age had an assault rifle that appeared to be an AK-47. It was slung in front like ours, ready for quick use. A very lethal weapon, but he had one problem. The safety lever on an AK is fairly large, and therefore easily visible. I noted it was still in the safe position. So, the first person I was going to shoot was the one in the middle. Knowing how good a shot Julie and Andie were, I wasn’t going to underestimate the woman, she was going to be the secondary target.
    There was a quiet, tense, moment that dragged out for several seconds. Suddenly, the older man started laughing. His bared teeth, the ones he still had, were a dark yellow, almost brown in color.
    “Hakuna Matata my friends, there are no worries. There is no need for any shooting today. We’re brothers-in-arms, after all,” he said.
    “I would probably agree,” I responded, “but your Black Panther get up indicates an obvious disdain toward white people.”
    Terry glanced over at me. I casually gave the hand signal for caution before returning it to the pistol grip of my assault rifle.
    “Where are you two from?” he asked.
    “This is my hometown. My name’s Zach,” I responded.
    “And you?” he asked, looking at Terry.
    “I’m from Fort Campbell,” he replied. “Where are you from?”
    The older one waved his hand around. “The world is my domain,” he said with an egotistical grin. Wonderful, I thought, another little man who thought he was king. I watched him intently as he looked around, grinning with his eight or nine teeth.
    “Ah, well, we have other things to do. We will bid you goodbye then. Kifo na we we,” he said and turned toward their vehicle. As he did so, he nodded slightly at his companions.
    I was almost too late in the translation, but managed to bring my weapon up at the same time as the three minions. I fired a quick double-tap in my primary target and then shot the woman with a double tap to the chest. Terry didn’t hesitate. As soon as I started firing, he shot the youngest man. The woman grunted in pain and started shooting wildly with her AK as she fell to the ground, stitching a line of bullets between us. Terry shot her again as I focused on the older one. He had his revolver out and fired before he aimed. I heard the impact of the bullet against the building several feet above my head, as I put four quick rounds in his chest. He fired again as he fell and I heard Terry grunt. I aimed determinedly and put one more round in his head for good measure.
    “Are you hit?” I asked, as I scanned the other three. None of them was moving.
    “It’s only a scratch,” Terry replied tensely. I hastened a quick glance. There was a crimson circle forming around his thigh. Shit.
    “Cover me,” I said, rushed forward, and got all of the weapons away from our new adversaries. Surprisingly, the female was still alive, even though we’d shot her three times. She looked at me in fright as a froth of blood formed around her mouth. I realized then she was younger than I first believed, closer to my age or even younger, but, I had no sympathy. They had tried to kill us after all.
    Once I had secured all of the weapons, I hurried back to Terry and inspected his wound closer. There was a horizontal trough the size of my little finger across his leg, and bright red blood seeped from it. It wasn’t pulsing out though, which I took as a