Southern Zombies 4: Southern Revenge Read Online Free
Author: Ann Riley
am up to something. He does not like to be away from me. Yes, he is spoiled and he always goes everywhere with me. But lately I have been afraid of taking him due to all the shit we seem to run into.
I lie down and Riley curls up next to me and Bobby continues to ready my accessories for my hunting trip in the morning.
I set my alarm to wake up early for our hunting trip.
Chapter 5
We got up at three in the morning, and I am not an early person so I know that by noon, I will be unbearable to be around.
Trey and Marc were waiting on me at the truck, smiling.
“Leave me alone,” I whine to them.
“You wanted to go, so let’s go.” Marc says.
What the hell was I thinking?
“Fine. Where are we going?” I ask Marc.
“Just past where we saw that house that those idiots are living in. I think if we come in from the opposite way we may be able to see more,” Marc says.
Trey nods.
We start our short journey. It is about a twenty-minute drive to where we will enter the woods. Looking around as we drive, we see walkers still ambling around. Some are scattered about, dead, where someone took them down. Or maybe they just died? Doubtful.
Our world has changed so much in the year since the outbreak occurred.
It is almost unrecognizable.
If you didn’t know what you were looking at, you may not even know it was there. We see dogs running about in packs. No doubt at one time were pets. But since they have no human contact now, they will eventually revert to their feral instincts. People have boarded windows and made their homes zombie proof, to an extent. It looks as though we never had human life in some areas. The yards are overgrown with grass. Trash litters the roadside and looking out in the pastures, we can see dead farm animals. Will we ever come back from this?
We reach our destination and get out of the truck. Marc parked it in a wooded area and covered it over with tree limbs in hopes of hiding it from idiots.
I shoulder my gun and walk around to Marc’s side of the truck.
“How long are you staying?” I ask him.
“Not long. A couple of hours. Do you have the walkie talkie?” He asks me.
I nod.
“So we will walk in together. When we get into the woods, no talking. Use hand signals for communication. If anyone is out there, it will be hard enough for us to hide our footsteps from them. So we don’t need to talk. Trey can go with you or me. Doesn’t really matter either way. But I don’t want him alone.” Marc says.
“He can go with you. You know I am not a quiet person and I don’t hunt so I will have a hard time being deathly silent.” I say with a smile.
“Plus, I don’t want to see any animals taken down.” I say.
“Fine Miss PETA chairwoman.” Marc says.
“Oh shut the hell up. I can’t help that I am an animal lover. Ass.” I tell him.
He smiles.
We head into the woods in a straight line. After about fifty yards, Marc and Trey go left and I go right. I still can’t help feeling that something is not right. It’s just a feeling, but I don’t like it.
I continue my trek. I hear leaves crunching over to my right and look over to see a squirrel scurrying about.
“You better hide little squirrel. Marc is out here.” I tell him under my breath.
Trying to walk quietly in leaves and limbs is next to impossible. The only way I could be completely soundless is if I could hover above the ground.
And unless I have missed something, I don’t have that ability. So I
continued
continue to walk.
It’s been a long time since I was in the woods alone. The serene feeling that I always got when I would go and just sit for hours to watch the animals play is still with me today. I was never afraid to be in the woods alone. They were always like a release from the ordinary and a place where I could let my imagination roam. Watching squirrels and deer eat and play is not something very many people have the luxury to do. The people who live
I lie down and Riley curls up next to me and Bobby continues to ready my accessories for my hunting trip in the morning.
I set my alarm to wake up early for our hunting trip.
Chapter 5
We got up at three in the morning, and I am not an early person so I know that by noon, I will be unbearable to be around.
Trey and Marc were waiting on me at the truck, smiling.
“Leave me alone,” I whine to them.
“You wanted to go, so let’s go.” Marc says.
What the hell was I thinking?
“Fine. Where are we going?” I ask Marc.
“Just past where we saw that house that those idiots are living in. I think if we come in from the opposite way we may be able to see more,” Marc says.
Trey nods.
We start our short journey. It is about a twenty-minute drive to where we will enter the woods. Looking around as we drive, we see walkers still ambling around. Some are scattered about, dead, where someone took them down. Or maybe they just died? Doubtful.
Our world has changed so much in the year since the outbreak occurred.
It is almost unrecognizable.
If you didn’t know what you were looking at, you may not even know it was there. We see dogs running about in packs. No doubt at one time were pets. But since they have no human contact now, they will eventually revert to their feral instincts. People have boarded windows and made their homes zombie proof, to an extent. It looks as though we never had human life in some areas. The yards are overgrown with grass. Trash litters the roadside and looking out in the pastures, we can see dead farm animals. Will we ever come back from this?
We reach our destination and get out of the truck. Marc parked it in a wooded area and covered it over with tree limbs in hopes of hiding it from idiots.
I shoulder my gun and walk around to Marc’s side of the truck.
“How long are you staying?” I ask him.
“Not long. A couple of hours. Do you have the walkie talkie?” He asks me.
I nod.
“So we will walk in together. When we get into the woods, no talking. Use hand signals for communication. If anyone is out there, it will be hard enough for us to hide our footsteps from them. So we don’t need to talk. Trey can go with you or me. Doesn’t really matter either way. But I don’t want him alone.” Marc says.
“He can go with you. You know I am not a quiet person and I don’t hunt so I will have a hard time being deathly silent.” I say with a smile.
“Plus, I don’t want to see any animals taken down.” I say.
“Fine Miss PETA chairwoman.” Marc says.
“Oh shut the hell up. I can’t help that I am an animal lover. Ass.” I tell him.
He smiles.
We head into the woods in a straight line. After about fifty yards, Marc and Trey go left and I go right. I still can’t help feeling that something is not right. It’s just a feeling, but I don’t like it.
I continue my trek. I hear leaves crunching over to my right and look over to see a squirrel scurrying about.
“You better hide little squirrel. Marc is out here.” I tell him under my breath.
Trying to walk quietly in leaves and limbs is next to impossible. The only way I could be completely soundless is if I could hover above the ground.
And unless I have missed something, I don’t have that ability. So I
continued
continue to walk.
It’s been a long time since I was in the woods alone. The serene feeling that I always got when I would go and just sit for hours to watch the animals play is still with me today. I was never afraid to be in the woods alone. They were always like a release from the ordinary and a place where I could let my imagination roam. Watching squirrels and deer eat and play is not something very many people have the luxury to do. The people who live
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