Dead Life (Book 3) Read Online Free

in the vehicles. There were two in one car and another in a different car.  My guess would be that no one walked away from this alive.  The drivers and whatever passengers were in the other three vehicles most likely had joined the ranks of the undead.  There was a lot of blood on the highway.  Not all of it could have been from the poor bastard lying dead on the side of the road.
                  We ate our lunch while we worked so that when we finished clearing the accident, we would be able to get going again.  Al had filled a cooler with some fresh fruit and vegetables while we were at the store.  It was a good lunch. One we probably wouldn't get too many chances to have in the near future.  If we were lucky, next spring I hoped to plant a huge garden.  I'd need to find some seeds somewhere.  I hadn't thought that far ahead when I first talked to Tim.   That reminded me.  I hadn't heard from Tim since the crisis started.  Gina and I always kept the sat phone with us and the batteries had a full charge.  Hopefully, he was still alive.
                  I was thinking about my son and hoping he was okay when our early warning system went off.  “Looks like there's a bunch of zombies headed this way.  We'd better get going.”  Rick said.
                  Al looked up the road and saw the small group of about fifteen zombies.  They were headed towards us from the direction we were going.  “Come on Cindy.  Hurry up and get in the truck.  Don't worry about it.  I got this.”  Al said.  He and Cindy climbed into the truck and Al took off down the road, drove through the group of zombies, stopped, and then backed up over the ones he'd already smashed.
                  “That man is nuts.”  Gina said.  “Rick, I guess you're riding with us.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 4
                                                                                                Day 1
                 
                  The next day I got to work and reported directly to Major Stevens' office. I knocked on his door and he called me in. When I entered his office, he held a finger to his lips and pointed to his ear. The office was no longer secure. He motioned me around his desk and opened a lap top computer. “I want you to read these reports. There were several Facebook and You Tube postings after you left.” He put his finger to his lips again and put a flash drive into the lap top. I looked at the screen and the same Facebook posting that I'd seen yesterday was on. This time I saw the whole thing. There were eight infected Caucasian subjects attacking Arab civilians. The eight were attacking as a group. The scene was in a crowded market place and the Arab people were desperate to get away from their attackers. A women was being held up from behind while being bitten by the men. It was a horrific scene. Her throat was being ripped out by one of the men while several others were biting on her arms. Huge chunks of flesh were torn from both her arms while a stream of arterial blood spurted from her neck. The camera panned over to a little Arab boy being held down on the ground while two men literally ripped him apart. A man tried to come to the boy's rescue with a broom. He repeatedly struck the attackers with the broom to no avail. One of the men attacking the boy grabbed him around the legs and drug him to the ground. Then he jumped onto the attempted rescuer and began chewing on his face.
                  The camera panned back to the woman being attacked. The photographer zoomed in on her. Her head was down, her body limp. The men that assaulted her continued biting and ravaging her body, She appeared to be dead. Then she lifted her head and stared straight into the camera through clouded eyes. Her attackers released her.