Hamsikker: A Zombie Apocalypse Novel Read Online Free Page B

the shit had started. Back then he had been nothing; a nobody doing nothing of value, not understanding how he fitted in with the world, or where he was going. He had drifted, and he knew he couldn’t blame his mother for that entirely. The bitch certainly hadn’t helped, but he had been too chicken-shit to do anything about his life. Since the outbreak though, he had grown up. He realised what he had to do to get through life. He was head honcho now, and he was proud of what he had become. Rose had come along at just the right time, just after the uprising. It was a chance for a fresh start. Those big blue eyes had drawn him to her, and they hadn’t looked back. Sure, sometimes he had to keep her in check, but on the whole, he could trust her. She was his forever, and that was as long as he wanted it to be.
    “You’re my eagle,” she whispered to him as he held her. “Forever and ever.”
    Javier had told her early on in their relationship how the bald eagle mated for life. He’d spent a lot of time sitting in front of a TV picking up lots of useless information. He admired the eagle, so powerful and majestic: The King of the Skies. They were loyal too, a quality he admired, but had yet to experience. Rose was like a faithful dog, always at his side, but not always obeying him. She just needed a little more training.
    “Forever,” he whispered back, and he brushed his fingers through her long hair. He wasn’t sure if he loved her, but he knew she loved him.
    “Let’s move.” Javier stood up and walked over the rough yard to the bike. It was nothing special, just something they had picked up a month back outside of Owensboro. He had ridden Yamahas before, so he found it easy to handle. Annoyingly, the bike was ten years old, and as smooth as riding a donkey down a dirt track. He was on the look out for a Harley, or maybe even a Ducati, but so far, they had been out of luck. The only garage they had come across recently had been ransacked. There were nothing left but spare parts and a dead man with a bullet in his skull.
    Javier mounted the bike and felt Rose climb on behind him. Her arms wrapped around his waist as he stirred the machine into life. More zombies were coming through the park now, probably drawn by the noise of the gunshot. There was nobody else around, certainly nobody alive to pique the zombies’ curiosity. Turning around, Javier pulled them out onto the road, and let the engine idle as he looked around at Jeffersontown one last time. It had been a brief, but necessary rest stop. Having been on the road for several days, and running low on supplies, they needed the break. He knew it was too dangerous to go into the cities, and Louisville was no exception. It had succumbed quickly to the disease, and was now full of rabid zombies who for the most part, stayed there picking off the final survivors. Javier had no intention of becoming just another victim, and had only gone in as far as he had to. The back of the bike was packed full of food and water, a couple of guns, but not much else. They travelled light, and he liked it that way. The houses they had come across in town had been stocked, so they could have taken a hell of a lot more, but the more crap you carried, the more difficult it was to run. Moreover, they had done plenty of running of late, far more than he would’ve liked. The dead could still sneak up on you if you weren’t careful, and in the early days, he had spent a lot of time running from one place to another, not really knowing where he was going, or what he was doing. There were runners too, really fast motherfuckers who could just run and run and run. Avoiding them wasn’t easy.
    Then he’d met Rose. She was holed up in a small Korean grocery store, and by chance, he had run in there to escape the attention of a herd of dead school kids. She hadn’t even locked the front door, just pushed a few crates in front of it, which he had easily brushed aside. They stayed quietly