OUTNUMBERED volume 2: A Zombie Apocalypse Series Read Online Free
Author: Robert Schobernd
not totally under control." She smiled again. "Even at twelve, Paige has been my biggest supporter and salvation. Thank you for asking."
~*~*~*~
Three weeks after their arrival, we welcomed the seven new survivors to our group on December 22, 2021. While I had no direct objections to Nate and Vera, there was an undercurrent about them that bothered me. Before the welcoming meeting Shane Holescheck and I discussed the couple. "When you give this group your initiation spiel, don't mention the gold we have. There's something about Nate and Vera that doesn't set right. It's not that I don't like them, but he fires up feelings of doubt and concern in me."
"I agree about the gold," Shane said. I didn't plan to tell Kira about our bullion either. It just slipped out without my thinking since everyone here knows about it. I'll spread the word for everyone else to not mention it either. What are your concerns about the Robards?"
"I wish I knew. It's not that simple or concrete. It's more his attitude and occasional sly looks and comments that don't seem right or appropriate for the time or situation. Maybe he's just a smartass or a jerk and I'm making too much of it."
"I doubt that. You've proven to be a good judge of character, or lack thereof, so I'll respect your opinion and keep my eyes and ears open."
"Also Ira and Marcie both said Nate was experiencing symptoms of alcohol withdrawal during his stay in isolation. When I met him I suspected that red nose was from excessive drinking. As much as you and I used to enjoy a drink, if we can do without it so can he."
During the meeting we learned Nate had been a manager in a fast food restaurant and Vera was a housewife.
Jerome Watters spent twenty-two years in the army. For the next two years, he'd drifted from one job to another as he travelled the country looking for a place to settle down. And then the zombies happened. He was tall, stocky and friendly. Three failed marriages while he was in the army had convinced him to remain single.
Sam Williams came from Canada. He was in the States working when the zombies hit. He'd worked at several northern states oil refineries in several construction trades. He and Jerome met in a bar, formed a friendship and stayed together for survival as the zombies overran North Dakota. He was twenty-six, slender, medium height and liked to tell jokes. Funny clean jokes.
The last of the new arrivals, Vivian Alverez, said she was twenty-eight and originally immigrated to the US from Mexico. She was vague about her past but said she'd worked at a variety of service type jobs and could help in a lot of areas. I guessed she was five feet seven, with a slender build and movie star looks.
Overall I was pleased with our new members and felt they were good additions, in spite of my uneasy feeling about Nate Robard.
An hour after the meeting broke up, I heard my name called. Shane and Nate each yelled for me to stop. They'd entered through the north door with Vera doggedly trailing behind. Winter coats and hats over ruddy faces attested to the severe temperature drop that blew in from the north overnight. Nate wore a frown on his wind-burned red face, and his fists were clenched at his sides. He yelled at me from twenty feet and waddled closer. Several people in the area stopped their activities to watch the brewing confrontation.
"Who the hell said you could search my vehicle and destroy my possessions?"
"What possessions?" I knew what he'd referred to but chose to make him say it.
"I had cases of beer and Scotch in the Humvee, and Shane said it was destroyed while we were caged like animals. I want it replaced and replaced now."
"Alcohol, tobacco and street drugs aren't allowed here. It's a rule the original founding members set. The zombies cause enough problems without injecting others. We can't afford to have someone drunk on guard duty or cause one of our people to die because a drunk makes a mistake or doesn't react quickly."
Nate
~*~*~*~
Three weeks after their arrival, we welcomed the seven new survivors to our group on December 22, 2021. While I had no direct objections to Nate and Vera, there was an undercurrent about them that bothered me. Before the welcoming meeting Shane Holescheck and I discussed the couple. "When you give this group your initiation spiel, don't mention the gold we have. There's something about Nate and Vera that doesn't set right. It's not that I don't like them, but he fires up feelings of doubt and concern in me."
"I agree about the gold," Shane said. I didn't plan to tell Kira about our bullion either. It just slipped out without my thinking since everyone here knows about it. I'll spread the word for everyone else to not mention it either. What are your concerns about the Robards?"
"I wish I knew. It's not that simple or concrete. It's more his attitude and occasional sly looks and comments that don't seem right or appropriate for the time or situation. Maybe he's just a smartass or a jerk and I'm making too much of it."
"I doubt that. You've proven to be a good judge of character, or lack thereof, so I'll respect your opinion and keep my eyes and ears open."
"Also Ira and Marcie both said Nate was experiencing symptoms of alcohol withdrawal during his stay in isolation. When I met him I suspected that red nose was from excessive drinking. As much as you and I used to enjoy a drink, if we can do without it so can he."
During the meeting we learned Nate had been a manager in a fast food restaurant and Vera was a housewife.
Jerome Watters spent twenty-two years in the army. For the next two years, he'd drifted from one job to another as he travelled the country looking for a place to settle down. And then the zombies happened. He was tall, stocky and friendly. Three failed marriages while he was in the army had convinced him to remain single.
Sam Williams came from Canada. He was in the States working when the zombies hit. He'd worked at several northern states oil refineries in several construction trades. He and Jerome met in a bar, formed a friendship and stayed together for survival as the zombies overran North Dakota. He was twenty-six, slender, medium height and liked to tell jokes. Funny clean jokes.
The last of the new arrivals, Vivian Alverez, said she was twenty-eight and originally immigrated to the US from Mexico. She was vague about her past but said she'd worked at a variety of service type jobs and could help in a lot of areas. I guessed she was five feet seven, with a slender build and movie star looks.
Overall I was pleased with our new members and felt they were good additions, in spite of my uneasy feeling about Nate Robard.
An hour after the meeting broke up, I heard my name called. Shane and Nate each yelled for me to stop. They'd entered through the north door with Vera doggedly trailing behind. Winter coats and hats over ruddy faces attested to the severe temperature drop that blew in from the north overnight. Nate wore a frown on his wind-burned red face, and his fists were clenched at his sides. He yelled at me from twenty feet and waddled closer. Several people in the area stopped their activities to watch the brewing confrontation.
"Who the hell said you could search my vehicle and destroy my possessions?"
"What possessions?" I knew what he'd referred to but chose to make him say it.
"I had cases of beer and Scotch in the Humvee, and Shane said it was destroyed while we were caged like animals. I want it replaced and replaced now."
"Alcohol, tobacco and street drugs aren't allowed here. It's a rule the original founding members set. The zombies cause enough problems without injecting others. We can't afford to have someone drunk on guard duty or cause one of our people to die because a drunk makes a mistake or doesn't react quickly."
Nate
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