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

the radio down
significantly. “On any other day I'd give you a ride and be
back here in thirty minutes. I know you don't live far, but the world
has gone to pot as you can tell.”
    Liam didn't know what that meant specifically. But yes, the world
was a mess. Phil took a long time, apparently thinking while looking
forward inside his cruiser.
    “I don't know how your grandma talked to my wife and
daughter. It was a miracle by the grace of God. I've been sitting
here wondering what I should do next with my life now that I know
what I know. The fact that your grandma helped you guys cross the
river probably saved our lives too.” He was sweeping his hand
toward the few remaining police officers standing around, near the
destroyed bridge. “All the other roadblocks have
fallen—violently. The interstate was especially brutal.
Citizens refused to be turned back. After seeing the walking horror
following you guys I can understand why no one would turn back to
face it. If I was a smarter man I would have realized that
immediately when I saw you, and reported back to HQ that we had no
choice but to open the bridges to everyone while there was still
time. The dead reached our roadblock first, I guess because they were
intent on following your train directly out of the city. But there
was never a chance of stopping them.”
    He stood up, slamming his door. Liam backed up a few paces,
listening intently.
    “The citizens refused to be denied the bridges. They began
shooting. Then they began swimming. They got behind the police and
other city workers who were manning the roadblocks. Lots of good cops
died needlessly for a stupid order from the mayor. I can see that
now. What it did was turn the citizens against the police, and then
against the entire city of Arnold. Right now the angry people from
the roadblocks are tearing the town apart. Burning it to the ground.
As you might have figured out, being a police officer for this town
is now practically suicide.”
    “Sir, what if I told you my grandma discovered there's a
cure for this thing? I'm trying to help her so we can organize a
mission to find it.” He left off the detail about her learning
it in a dream.
    “Well I don't know anything about finding a cure. Would be
nice of course. But the only thing that matters to me right now is
what my wife would want me to do. I believe she'd want me to help
you, and I have to admit I want to stay as close to your grandma as
possible in case my wife wants to communicate with me again. But I
have duties here. People depend on me...”
    Liam thought of all the police officers he'd encountered since he
left Grandma's house. Duty was always fore in their minds, but they
were people, too. They balanced duty with their obligations to their
own families, which was why they fought so hard at the Battle for the
Arch, but then had to abandon that fight when their families were in
mortal danger. As a boy with missing parents, he appreciated how they
operated.
    “The way I see it, your duties have been fulfilled. If my
father were here he would say it much more eloquently than me, but I
think he would be critical of continuing to work for an organization
that seemed so intent on hurting people.”
    “I think I would like your father.” After a thoughtful
pause, he said, “Give me some time here. I'll think about
getting you and yours home.”
    Liam walked back toward his companions, hopeful he had just
started them in the right direction.
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    “I think I may have found us a ride home.”
    Victoria looked up from what she was doing in the grass. “Does
it involve that military truck coming this way?”
    Liam hadn't noticed any military truck, but now he saw a Humvee
painted in multiple shades of green and brown camouflage. It was
alone and heading directly for them on a gravel road parallel to the
train tracks.
    Victoria stood up, looking somewhat cleaner, and they moved over
to Grandma to help her stand. Liam didn't know what to expect,