Floyd & Mikki (Book 2): Zombie Slayers (Dawn of the Living) Read Online Free

short bridge ahead was empty. On the other side was the island. It wasn’t a very big island, but travelling on foot, the two had to decide whether to go straight down the middle and save time, or take the long way around next to the water. The long way might be safer, but it also meant they had to cover more ground – and that meant a greater possibility of running into more creepers. Zombies couldn’t swim, but neither could Floyd and Mikki with the heavy load of weaponry they carried.
    They decided to take the road down the middle, counting on their stinky perfume to get them through any clusters of brain-eaters. The Second Street Bridge was wide enough for eight lanes of traffic, but other than a few wrecked cars scattered about, it was pretty clear. As they walked, an interesting mix of houses and apartment buildings lined the right side of the street, while a bank, a few restaurants, and assorted other businesses stood on the left. The city planner must have been off his meds when he designed this section of town.
    The sun was on its way down, but it was still light enough outside to keep any shamblers off the street. All along the way, however, Floyd and Mikki could see them. Lurking in the dark behind shop windows, inside the bank, or huddled along the sides of buildings, cuddling up to the shade. The two walked slowly and quietly down the dead center of the highway. They saw a sushi restaurant, but the thought of two-year-old uncooked fish was even less than appetizing than when it was fresh. Floyd didn’t mind sushi – as long as it was cooked right.
    Then Mikki saw something that caught her eye. She tapped Floyd on the shoulder and pointed at a little shop to the left. Floyd just shrugged, not seeing what excited her so. She pointed again, whispering that he should look in the window. He still didn’t get it.
    They had turned their helmet mics off to save the batteries. Fortunately, Floyd had shoved the charging cords into his backpack when they were at the roadhouse, so they were still in the packs even after Mikki blew up their truck. They had left the radios and Mikki’s iPhone Nova to charge while taking turns showering in the lifeguard tower, but there was no point wasting the batteries on a stroll down the street.
    “Come on!” she yelled through the helmet, exasperated.
    Mikki pulled her machete and Floyd unholstered a silenced pistol as they approached the little shop. He still didn’t get what the big deal was, but he wasn’t about to let Mikki go alone. It was an odd little store with a wide assortment of useless junk in the windows. They could see three brain-eaters inside. A couple of females and a male. All very nicely dressed, as undead fashion standards went.
    Mikki slowly opened the door, which drew their attention, then she staggered in slowly, walking like a zombie again, they came to inspect her and turned away as soon as they got close to the smell. Floyd entered and shut the door behind him, then walked briskly up to her.
    Immediately, the three shamblers all turned and gave an odd sort of hiss. As they headed in his direction, moaning, Floyd froze. They came up to him, cocked their heads as they inspected him, and eventually moved away, returning to a state of semi-hibernation. Mikki took off two of their heads with a machete while Floyd blew out the last one’s brains with his pistol.
    Mikki pulled off her helmet and said, “Floyd! Ya gotta do the Zombie Walk!”
    “You’re kiddin’ me, right?” Floyd answered, removing his helmet so he could whisper back. “You just want to make me look like an ass.”
    “That’s an added bonus, but no. Did you see the way them creepers came at you until you stopped movin’? We stink worse than death, but you gotta act like ‘em, too, or it sets ‘em off. They may be stupid as hell, but they ain’t completely brain dead, Floyd!”
    “They didn’t act that way when you were choppin’ their heads off on the street