Six Feet From Hell: Unity: 6FFH Book #5 Read Online Free

was difficult enough to take care of just those two meals. Most days it was eggs and ham for breakfast, with the occasional addition of potatoes followed by deer or turkey for dinner. There was a garden maintained just outside the limits of the wall, guarded at all times. Corn, potatoes, green beans, and onions were grown nearly year-round. Any extras were canned and stored on-site. There were a few cases of MRE’s left. They were saved for the crews that would have to go out for extended periods. A single MRE had over 2,000 calories and could maintain a person’s energy for several days if necessary.
    Joe and Rick walked towards the smell of cooking vegetables. Even though it was only three in the afternoon, the cooking started early to make sure dinner was ready by six o’clock.
    “Hello? Anybody home? Angel, you back there?” Joe hollered as he approached the counter. The glass front of the deli had been taken out, as well as the coolers, leaving just a counter about chin-high. The food was served and handed over the counter – the soup kitchen of the apocalypse.
    Joe peered over the counter. “Guys?”
    An excited little girl ran out from behind the counter, her brown, waist length hair bouncing behind her. She spotted Joe and Rick. Joe recognized her as Victoria, one of the children that Angel took care of during the day. Angel wasn’t in charge of the kitchen, but instead took care of the children in town. It wasn’t exactly daycare, but the kids were taken care of nonetheless. The parents could drop their children off with Angel and Heather – Heather was the one in charge of the kitchen – and go about their day doing whatever needed to be done. The town was a microcosm of its former self, with everyone helping one another.
    “Hey Joe! Hey Rick!” Victoria greeted. Her southern accent was so deeply ingrained in her that “Rick” sounded more like “Wick” most of the time. She was only a little over four years old. Her vocabulary and grammar weren’t the best, but formal education took a back seat to survival education.
    “Hey, Victoria. Where’s Angel and Heather? We got us a big ‘ol bird for them to cook for dinner. You like turkey?”
    “Yes I do! It’s yummy!”
    Joe knelt down and ruffled the little girl’s hair. She playfully batted his hand away and laughed. “So where is the babysitter?”
    “She’s right here. Sorry fellas, just trying to corral some of the little ones,” Angel said, appearing from back in the kitchen. She smiled and motioned towards Joe and Rick. “I see you brought dinner.”
    Joe returned the smile, making eye contact with the blonde-haired woman. She was a full eight years younger than he was, but she had an intelligence that was well beyond her years. Joe had met her a few days after arriving in town. After taking out Captain White, Larry had taken the next few days to introduce Joe and his team to the rest of the town. While some were indifferent to their presence, most welcomed them in with open arms. Angel was one of the ones who had taken to Joe immediately. She was an unmarried, attractive, woman whose fiancé had died in the early days of the apocalypse.
    She had narrowly avoided becoming a victim herself when the outbreak started, as she was trapped in her house alone for nearly three days before venturing out. The minute she had walked out, she was nearly shot by a tall, skinny kid who was raiding the neighbor’s houses near her. The kid was a horrible shot – mainly due to excessive hours of Call of Duty – and his shots sailed wide left. She darted back inside and waited until someone came knocking. Several days later, someone finally did. It was Larry and several others that took her from her residence and escorted her to the motel for safekeeping. In that time, Angel had become fast friends with Larry’s wife, Paige, and some of the other families. She had spent the last near-decade becoming a hardened zombie killer with a soft side and a