Sirens of the Zombie Apocalypse (Book 2): Siren Songs Read Online Free

as off-the-shelf
pain medications, a near-full box of 1000 rounds of .22 ammo, food,
and a couple remaining bottles of water.
    We aren't exactly the stuff of legend.
    Liam wasn't convinced there really was a cure. This was the real
world, not some book about zombies. In the real world, filled with
people with conflicting goals and morals, hiding something as big as
the source of this plague and any attendant cure, would be
impossible. Somebody would talk. Someone would warn the world. The
internet would be filled with anonymous tips from good people who
wished to save humanity.
    The answer could have been out there all this time, but he was so
busy playing World of Undead Soldiers with his friends he
would never have noticed if someone was screaming it on every news
channel or posting it in every online forum. He lived his life as far
from the “real world” as was possible for someone so
engrossed within a bubble of modern communications. It would have
been a point of pride a week ago. Now it was a major liability.
    Still, from a technology standpoint Liam was probably their best
chance of finding clues to help them understand the plague, and to
discover if there was any hope of a cure. But to do that he'd need
access to the internet, and probably weeks of time to study message
boards far and wide. If this thing was global it was likely the
internet was down everywhere—to say nothing of most of its
users either turned to zombies already or fighting for their lives
against the walking dead. That made him about as useless in the
technology department as Grandma—a woman who prided herself at
avoiding anything more technologically advanced than a rotary
telephone.
    That brought him back to the present. She still seemed comfortable
sitting against the tree, but Victoria was crouched in the grass
nearby, trying to rub her arms and legs to remove the insidious coal
dust. She was having limited success.
    Liam took the opportunity to move back toward the blown bridge.
Whatever their long-term desire to find the cure might be, everything
started right here.
    He needed to get the trio to his parents' house. He needed to meet
up with mom and dad. He needed to find allies.
    The key to all that was sitting in a police cruiser back at the
bridge.
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    “Excuse me. Officer, uh, Phil.”
    The man who had been instrumental in saving them when they crossed
this bridge this morning was the man in charge of the whole operation
here. He was a police office with the Arnold PD, the local
jurisdiction. They had been manning blockades across all the bridges
south of St. Louis with orders to prevent anyone—living or
dead—from crossing to the south shore of the Meramec River. The
goal was to prevent the infection from getting out of the city, but
it also doomed those who were still alive to suffer a horrible death
as they were caught from behind by the growing hordes of zombies.
Grandma was able to convince Officer Phil to let her band of
survivors cross this bridge—and then they used a wrecking ball
to drop it in the river.
    By Liam's calculation he was actually in Phil's debt, but he was
hoping Grandma's “miracle” in letting him talk to his
dead wife would have some lasting value for what he was about to ask.
    Phil was sitting in his black and white police car with the door
open, listening to his radio. When he saw Liam, he rose from his car
to meet him. “What can I do for you, son? Is your grandma
alright?”
    “Yeah, she's fine, thanks for asking. We hate to impose on
you, but she has no wheelchair or cane anymore so there's no way we
can get her home. I was wondering—well, we all were—if
you can help us find a ride home?”
    “Where do you live?”
    “Not far. My parents have a house in Barnhart.” Liam
couldn't help but show excitement.
    Phil gave him a long hard look, then sat back down in his car. The
radio was cackling loudly with several urgent reports. Lots of them
were squelching each other off the air. He turned