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

corner!”
    “That’s because I always move behind ‘em before I go a’choppin’. Besides, by the time they figure out what I’m doin’, their heads is lyin’ on the ground somewhere. Trust me, Floyd, you gotta do the Zombie Walk.”
    “Oh crap! I know you’re probably right, but it just makes me feel stupid!”
    “As stupid as you’d feel gettin’ bit? Or ripped apart?”
    “Good point. So is that why you brought us in here? More freakin’ zombie research?”
    “Oh, hell no! I got my eye on somethin’ much better!”
    Mikki hopped over the counter and reached up to the wall behind the cash register. Now Floyd understood what had captured Mikki’s attention. There were three Japanese swords of various sizes hanging on the wall. Mikki retrieved the longest one on top and pulled it out of its finely crafted black sheath. It was a razor-sharp katana with an intricate red inlay on the handle. The sword was just like Mikki: beautiful with a wicked edge. From the moment they met, it was love at first sight. They were made for each other. Floyd was almost jealous.
    Mikki was more excited than if she had found a whole box of hand grenades (well, almost). She started waving the sword around, getting the feel of it. Floyd told her she wasn’t supposed to swing it like a baseball bat, but she told him to hush. She was in heaven, enjoying her new toy. She might not be skilled in the Art of Swordplay, but she could do some serious injury with it to any walking corpses they ran into. Besides, she didn’t have to get as close as she did with the machete.
    “Hey, watch it with that thing!” Floyd shouted as he jumped out of the way. You nearly took my ear off!” He quickly donned his helmet again. It protected his nose from the stink of his clothes and protected his ears from Mikki’s new plaything.
    “Oh relax, Floyd! I know what I’m doin’.”
    “Clearly, you don’t know what you’re doin’. You need to slice zombies, not your partner!”
    “No shit, Sherlock! I’ll try to remember that. Here!” she tossed a shorter version of the sword to him. “Floyd and Mikki, Samurai!”
    “More like Ginsu Mikki , if you ask me.”
    Mikki stuck her tongue out and blew him raspberries. Floyd pulled out the sword she had thrown to him and played with it a bit. The tag said it was a wakazashi , not a katana. It was a little shorter, so he was less likely to hit Mikki with it in a battle, but it was still plenty long enough and the blade was thicker. All the better for decapitating any nearby brain-eaters.
    The middle-sized wakazashi was light, efficient, and deadly. It sliced through the air with ease, and the blade was sharp enough to sever any zombie extremity it was likely to come across. This wasn’t just some cheap tourist letter opener; this was one fine piece of cutlery. Floyd tried bending the blade carefully to find it had decent flexibility and strong resilience. It would take a lot to break or seriously bend it.
    “OK, I’m sold. Let’s pay for it and get out of here.”
    “Not so fast, this is our lucky day! Maybe.” She reached under the counter and pulled out a shotgun.
    “We got two of those,” Floyd reminded her.
    “Yeah, with no shells. Will these fit?” She plopped a box of spare shells on the counter. “This is the only box I can find and it’s half empty. I reckon some must be in the gun itself.”
    Floyd inspected the box. “Well, it’s a start. Yeah, they’ll fit. How many we got?”
    After emptying the box and the store gun, they had 14 shells total. Not enough to even fill the drum mag halfway, but it was 14 more shells than they had before. They decided to give Mikki the slug mags and Floyd took all 14 shells. He felt a lot better with a few shotgun shells in Clyde.
    After loading Bonnie, Mikki put the anti-armor mags in a side pocket of her jacket, with the extra slug mag in a different pocket. Then she dropped her machete, moved her combat knife to the right side on her belt,