OUTNUMBERED volume 2: A Zombie Apocalypse Series Read Online Free Page A
Author: Robert Schobernd
shook his finger in my face. "I don't give a damn about that. You didn't tell me that up front and I want all of it replaced."
"No. That won't happen, Nate. Alcoholic beverages are not allowed on our property. If you want it that bad, you can leave and find it yourself. But then you can't come back. You were given a copy of our rules last week and that's covered in detail. Is there anything else you object to?"
"Yes there's that exercise clause. I have health issues and can't do that calisthenics crap."
I shook my head and turned to leave and Nate grabbed my arm and jerked me to a sudden stop. It wasn't the time or place for a physical confrontation with him.
He blared, "Now you just listen to me. I have rights and I want my property back."
I flung his grip off and leaned down close to his face. "No. Sue me if you don't like it. We gave you and your family refuge from the zombies when you were in danger. For that you'll abide by all of our rules or you can leave. Those are your only choices."
Past Nate and Vera, I saw one side of Shane's lips rise as he smirked. "Told you what the answer would be. Now do you believe me?"
Nate glared hatefully at Shane, then focused his anger back to me. "This isn't the end of it." Vera stood behind Nate like a drab little mouse as he ranted. He waddled off in a huff, and she meekly followed with her gaze toward the floor.
Shane stood next to me and shook his head. "Yep, he's going to be trouble alright."
"And that puts us in a bind. I don't want to expel Vera and their kids because Nate's an ass. I assume they'd all leave as a group. If they leave it's a death sentence because that moron doesn't have a clue of how to protect them."
~*~*~*~
Christmas and New Year's Days passed, and the group was ecstatic that no zombies attacked us during the festive season. I remember overhearing Ed Jarnigan, our Navy SEAL weapons expert, sum up our holiday attitude by mentioning the WWII song, Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition .
After the holidays, John Alton, Shane, Marcie Tanka, and Andrea Michaels drove to Cedar Rapids to pick up another load of 1/2" steel plate and angle iron. They returned two days later with a boom truck leading an over the road tractor pulling a high capacity lowboy trailer loaded with steel. The steel plate would be installed to provide protection behind 2nd floor gun ports and in both watch towers. Naively, we'd only planned on shooting from the building at zombies. We didn't anticipate humans shooting back. In retrospect, the leadership committee admitted to a person that we must have had our heads in a dark, smelly, place when we didn't consider the evil element that tramples others in the human race.
When John Alton, our resident mechanical engineer, redesigned the building plans to expand it from a one hundred foot by two hundred foot horse barn to a long term place of refuge, he over-designed the structure's steel beams and supports. As a group, we couldn't predict what the future held for us, so he increased the structural capacity for unknown future additions or modifications. At the time, Emma and I had plenty of money from lottery winnings, and we put it to good use to build and equip our secure safe haven.
The food and other goods we anticipated thirty people would need could be stored on the second floor safely. John had even suggested installing a freight elevator instead of using a portable conveyor belt to move supplies to the storage area. Now we would take advantage of that over designed capacity.
Having some of our people kidnapped, raped, and abused the previous year made us accept the truth that a percentage of the apocalypse survivors would not hesitate to steal from and murder other humans. It's a fact of life in these terrible times. But, as Shane and I had discussed many times, there has always been an element of low class scum suckers from all races who will take advantage of others. Some used a gun or a knife, some were slick conmen,
"No. That won't happen, Nate. Alcoholic beverages are not allowed on our property. If you want it that bad, you can leave and find it yourself. But then you can't come back. You were given a copy of our rules last week and that's covered in detail. Is there anything else you object to?"
"Yes there's that exercise clause. I have health issues and can't do that calisthenics crap."
I shook my head and turned to leave and Nate grabbed my arm and jerked me to a sudden stop. It wasn't the time or place for a physical confrontation with him.
He blared, "Now you just listen to me. I have rights and I want my property back."
I flung his grip off and leaned down close to his face. "No. Sue me if you don't like it. We gave you and your family refuge from the zombies when you were in danger. For that you'll abide by all of our rules or you can leave. Those are your only choices."
Past Nate and Vera, I saw one side of Shane's lips rise as he smirked. "Told you what the answer would be. Now do you believe me?"
Nate glared hatefully at Shane, then focused his anger back to me. "This isn't the end of it." Vera stood behind Nate like a drab little mouse as he ranted. He waddled off in a huff, and she meekly followed with her gaze toward the floor.
Shane stood next to me and shook his head. "Yep, he's going to be trouble alright."
"And that puts us in a bind. I don't want to expel Vera and their kids because Nate's an ass. I assume they'd all leave as a group. If they leave it's a death sentence because that moron doesn't have a clue of how to protect them."
~*~*~*~
Christmas and New Year's Days passed, and the group was ecstatic that no zombies attacked us during the festive season. I remember overhearing Ed Jarnigan, our Navy SEAL weapons expert, sum up our holiday attitude by mentioning the WWII song, Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition .
After the holidays, John Alton, Shane, Marcie Tanka, and Andrea Michaels drove to Cedar Rapids to pick up another load of 1/2" steel plate and angle iron. They returned two days later with a boom truck leading an over the road tractor pulling a high capacity lowboy trailer loaded with steel. The steel plate would be installed to provide protection behind 2nd floor gun ports and in both watch towers. Naively, we'd only planned on shooting from the building at zombies. We didn't anticipate humans shooting back. In retrospect, the leadership committee admitted to a person that we must have had our heads in a dark, smelly, place when we didn't consider the evil element that tramples others in the human race.
When John Alton, our resident mechanical engineer, redesigned the building plans to expand it from a one hundred foot by two hundred foot horse barn to a long term place of refuge, he over-designed the structure's steel beams and supports. As a group, we couldn't predict what the future held for us, so he increased the structural capacity for unknown future additions or modifications. At the time, Emma and I had plenty of money from lottery winnings, and we put it to good use to build and equip our secure safe haven.
The food and other goods we anticipated thirty people would need could be stored on the second floor safely. John had even suggested installing a freight elevator instead of using a portable conveyor belt to move supplies to the storage area. Now we would take advantage of that over designed capacity.
Having some of our people kidnapped, raped, and abused the previous year made us accept the truth that a percentage of the apocalypse survivors would not hesitate to steal from and murder other humans. It's a fact of life in these terrible times. But, as Shane and I had discussed many times, there has always been an element of low class scum suckers from all races who will take advantage of others. Some used a gun or a knife, some were slick conmen,
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