Southern Zombies 4: Southern Revenge Read Online Free Page A

in big cities may never get to have that experience. I think everyone should try it at least once.
    Just as I make my way around a very large tree, I run right into a walker.
    And it scared the hell out of me because I was off on my magic carpet of thoughts.
    I start reaching for my knife and finally get my hand on it before he gets close enough to take a bite. I pull my knife back and jab hard through the eye socket.
    All of the breakfast contents in my stomach start roiling around threatening to come up. I cover my mouth and take a few steps back hoping to get out of the fog of stench floating around.
    As I am backing up from the smell, I don’t see the walker behind me. But I feel a hand wrap around my boot down by my ankle. I look down and see a partial body. That’s all I can call it. There was nothing from the waist down. How in the hell do these things live with half a body?
    I kick my foot to release the grip on my ankle and slam the heel of my boot down into the top of the head. I do that three more times until it stops moving. Oh great. Now I have goo all over my damn foot. Great job Tracie, you dumb ass.
    Finally, everything around me is quiet again. I can hear distant l crunching of leaves and assume it’s Marc and Trey. I hope it is anyway. The one thing about being in the woods is that you can easily hear anyone approaching. Sound carries and it is hard to sneak up on someone.
    I continue my trek through the woods and come upon an area that looks like it has been burned out. It looks like someone may have made a campfire here at one time. There is a fire pit and logs placed around the pit to represent seating.
    As I approach, I can smell the remnants of meat. Like over cooked meat. I bend down to look into the fire pit and see bones in it. So apparently someone had cooked food here. I walk past the fire pit and over to my left. I can see a makeshift alarm rope set up around the perimeter of the camp area that has cans hanging on it.
    As I round a tree in my path, I see a walker hanging from a branch. I stop and throw up my breakfast. The smell is horrendous. It has no legs from the knees down. It is hung high enough on the branch to make me think that it was a live person when it was strung up and the walkers came and gnawed on it. When I get closer, I can’t see any wound that would result in death. It looks as if the person was hung up to feed the walkers. It turns its head towards me and starts snapping its jaws together. The body is so deteriorated that I can’t tell if it was male or female. I spew my remaining stomach contents again.
    Holy fuck, that smell.
    Who the hell would have done this? The bastards we are looking for? Why?
    Should I leave it? Cut it down? If I cut it down can I kill it without making too much noise?
    Son of a bitch.
    I look around for something to stand on to reach up and cut the rope. Wouldn’t you know? There isn’t shit to stand on. My machete is not long enough to reach with me standing on the ground. I continue to look. Finally, I see a log over behind a felled tree. As I approach it, I can see I can’t lift it, so I bend down and start rolling it. Where in the hell is Trey when I need him to climb this damn tree?
    Thanks the Gods, I finally get back to the tree where the zombie is hanging. I stand the log up long ways against the tree and sort of prop it there so it doesn’t fall. Hopefully.
    Well, let’s see if this is going to work, I say to myself. Lifting my right foot and putting it on top of the log causes so much noise. I sound like a bull in a China shop as I crunch dry leaves and chip bark off the tree when the log is digging into it. Fuck me. I casually look around for zombies. Yes, I said casually. No sense in getting in a hurry and making more noise than I am.
    Why couldn’t we have vampires, or werewolves? At least with vampires, you have the day hours free and can lock down at night. Werewolves generally change during the full moon. So you have time to