Chloe Zombie Apocalypse series (Book 3): Chloe (A New World) Read Online Free

again. Kyle knew he wasn’t expecting this. The news of the girl was supposed to be secret. Absolute secrecy. But word got out. Especially word this big.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    “Not sure I believe that,” Kyle said.
    “You come in here,” the High Lord said, voice suddenly raised. “You start rambling on. Asking about some girl. What on earth do you think you’re playing at?”
    “Like we said,” Laura cut in. “Safeguarding this place.”
    “And how on earth do you expect to—”
    “If the stories are true. And you know exactly what stories I refer to because you were there that day. If they’re true, then it’s something we have to talk about. For the island. For everyone. That’s all I wanted to say.”
    Kyle stared into the High Lord’s eyes. The High Lord stared back into his. The longer Kyle stared, the more Brutus started to growl.
    And then the High Lord broke Kyle’s stare. Patted Brutus’ head. “It’s okay, boy. Calm down. They’re friends of ours. No enemies here.”
    He glanced up at Kyle, and he could see that uncertainty on the High Lord’s face again. A face that was usually so assured. So confident.
    “But if you don’t know of the stories I speak, then I apologise for wasting your time.”
    Kyle stepped further back. Half-smiled at his sister. She turned and started to walk away.
    He looked back at the High Lord. Saw that narrow-eyed stare. That glazed expression. An air of suspicion.
    Kyle smiled. “Good night, sir.”
    The High Lord didn’t say a word in return. He just nodded.

    B rutus didn’t stop growling until Kyle and Laura stepped out of the High Lord’s chambers.
    “You need to keep an eye on them,” Jardah said.
    The High Lord kept on staring out over his balcony as Kyle and Laura descended the hill. He kept waiting for one of them to turn back. To look up at him. To give him a reason to suspect.
    But they didn’t. Not once.
    He lowered his head. Then he looked at Jardah. Smiled. “They’ll come round. Eventually.”
    He started to walk back inside his home. Some people liked to call it his “palace,” but he was far too modest to join them.
    Far too modest. He had people call him the High Lord. Who was he kidding?
    “And the girl?”
    The High Lord stopped. Felt his heart thumping faster.
    He thought about adding something else. Thought about saying something reassuring to Jardah. Something poignant.
    “They’ll come round to our way of thinking,” he said. “Eventually.”
    “And if they don’t?”
    Another pause from the High Lord.
    Then, “They will.”
    He walked back into his room.
    The orange sunset grew red as darkness approached.

Five
    C hloë heard the gunshots split the silence and she knew it was happening again.
    She opened her eyes. She was staring at something. A caravan site. Inside the caravan site, people. Some of whom she recognised. Riley. Anna.
    Mum.
    Someone had a gun to her mum’s head.
    Pressed it against her skull.
    Chloë tried to scream out. Tried to shout. Because she knew what was going to happen. It always played out in the exact same way. But she couldn’t open her mouth.
    She could only look down at the gun in her own hands.
    The gun she didn’t want to pull the trigger of.
    And when the man holding her mum pulled the trigger, when her brains blasted out of her skull, Chloë couldn’t help herself. Because it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that she was alone, all over again.
    So she felt her body turning. Felt it turning without really being in any control of it.
    And she pointed it at Anna.
    Anna, who’d looked out for her. Who’d been her friend. Who trusted her.
    She saw Anna look into her eyes. Saw the shock on her face. Saw that glimmer of understanding.
    She pulled the trigger.
    She gasped. Lifted her head. Opened her eyes.
    She was in the darkness. Lying on her bed. Cold sweat rolled down her body. It was silent outside. Silent, but for the sea crashing against the shore. The