Southern Zombies 4: Southern Revenge Read Online Free Page B
Author: Ann Riley
avoid these obstacles. However, with zombies, they are like a plague of cockroaches. You can’t get rid of or away from them, they never get full or tired of eating and they stink to the lower pits of Hades.
Shut the hell up thinking Tracie and get on the log.
I lift my other foot up to step on the log when I see no dinner guests coming. I stand there for a minute to get my balance and pull my machete out. The zombie is snapping and growling at me. Wait a minute, when did they start growling? They were just moaning and groaning.
I take my machete in my right hand and try to make a fast enough swing to cut the rope. Of course, I didn’t. It is kind of hard to swing a machete while standing on a log. Try it sometimes.
Shit. I get my balance back and raise my arm to swing again. And I miss and hit the zombies’ fingers. Fuck me again.
I’m going to do it this time. Getting my balance back, I swing up a little higher and bam, the zombies hits the ground. I jump off the log and put my machete in its eye before it draws its friends.
Can I just say when I find Marc and Trey, I will be telling them not to let me go with them anymore.
Chapter 6
Well, that was a damn workout in the morning. How can I get into all the shit I do? I should have stayed with Marc and Trey.
Continuing my walk, I look around to see if there are any signs of who the people are who were here. And of course, there
weren’t
aren’t . I am by no means a private investigator, but shouldn’t there be evidence or something that was left behind? Can anyone clean up a scene that well?
I hear more leaves crunching and can only hope it’s Marc and Trey.
I squat and remain still. If it is someone following me, they will stop too. Unless they are stupid. In which case they could be. I sit quietly and hear a squirrel chattering. It sees something that warrants an alarm as I can tell by the chatter. He is giving a warning chatter. I look around and see why. A zombie. Of course.
Oh fuck me! Can we go to the woods without fucking zombies?
I sit still and wait to see if it comes my way. Thankfully, it makes a slight turn. I hear a loud, wet whack. I continue to sit and look the way the zombie went. Then I see Marc with his machete. He cut its head off.
I throw my hand up so he sees me. He nods towards his front indicating he is continuing on.
I nod.
I sit for a few more minutes listening. I hear nothing. If only I could stealthily creep through the woods like Marc and Trey. Yeah, right. I am lucky I haven’t fell down yet.
Felling it is time for me to get up, I check to make sure I have everything back in place, such as my knives and machete. I take a drink of water from my bag and get up to start walking.
Trying to be as quiet as possible is not an easy task for me, especially while I am wearing boots. So I make my steps carefully. I continue heading in the opposite direction Marc went in.
Now, if I was trying to hide something, where would be a good hiding place? Maybe an underground hiding place? I take my machete out and start gently brushing leaves aside. Looking for any sign of an entry. What am I looking for? Hell, I don’t know. I think I will know when I see it though. There shouldn’t be anything out in the woods man made unless a man has been out here.
I keep walking and brushing leaves back. I continue looking all around me so that I am aware of my surroundings. Directly in front of me is a huge oak tree. I stop in front of it and stare. Something is not quite right. Scanning over the tree, I can see notches cut in the bark about half way up from the bottom of the roots. Still, I stare. What is there? Something isn’t right, but I can’t figure out what. Angling my head slightly to the right and still staring at the notched bark, I suddenly see what is out of sorts here. Bingo! I found what I was looking for.
Chapter 7 – Bobby
By noon, the reinforcements on the
Shut the hell up thinking Tracie and get on the log.
I lift my other foot up to step on the log when I see no dinner guests coming. I stand there for a minute to get my balance and pull my machete out. The zombie is snapping and growling at me. Wait a minute, when did they start growling? They were just moaning and groaning.
I take my machete in my right hand and try to make a fast enough swing to cut the rope. Of course, I didn’t. It is kind of hard to swing a machete while standing on a log. Try it sometimes.
Shit. I get my balance back and raise my arm to swing again. And I miss and hit the zombies’ fingers. Fuck me again.
I’m going to do it this time. Getting my balance back, I swing up a little higher and bam, the zombies hits the ground. I jump off the log and put my machete in its eye before it draws its friends.
Can I just say when I find Marc and Trey, I will be telling them not to let me go with them anymore.
Chapter 6
Well, that was a damn workout in the morning. How can I get into all the shit I do? I should have stayed with Marc and Trey.
Continuing my walk, I look around to see if there are any signs of who the people are who were here. And of course, there
weren’t
aren’t . I am by no means a private investigator, but shouldn’t there be evidence or something that was left behind? Can anyone clean up a scene that well?
I hear more leaves crunching and can only hope it’s Marc and Trey.
I squat and remain still. If it is someone following me, they will stop too. Unless they are stupid. In which case they could be. I sit quietly and hear a squirrel chattering. It sees something that warrants an alarm as I can tell by the chatter. He is giving a warning chatter. I look around and see why. A zombie. Of course.
Oh fuck me! Can we go to the woods without fucking zombies?
I sit still and wait to see if it comes my way. Thankfully, it makes a slight turn. I hear a loud, wet whack. I continue to sit and look the way the zombie went. Then I see Marc with his machete. He cut its head off.
I throw my hand up so he sees me. He nods towards his front indicating he is continuing on.
I nod.
I sit for a few more minutes listening. I hear nothing. If only I could stealthily creep through the woods like Marc and Trey. Yeah, right. I am lucky I haven’t fell down yet.
Felling it is time for me to get up, I check to make sure I have everything back in place, such as my knives and machete. I take a drink of water from my bag and get up to start walking.
Trying to be as quiet as possible is not an easy task for me, especially while I am wearing boots. So I make my steps carefully. I continue heading in the opposite direction Marc went in.
Now, if I was trying to hide something, where would be a good hiding place? Maybe an underground hiding place? I take my machete out and start gently brushing leaves aside. Looking for any sign of an entry. What am I looking for? Hell, I don’t know. I think I will know when I see it though. There shouldn’t be anything out in the woods man made unless a man has been out here.
I keep walking and brushing leaves back. I continue looking all around me so that I am aware of my surroundings. Directly in front of me is a huge oak tree. I stop in front of it and stare. Something is not quite right. Scanning over the tree, I can see notches cut in the bark about half way up from the bottom of the roots. Still, I stare. What is there? Something isn’t right, but I can’t figure out what. Angling my head slightly to the right and still staring at the notched bark, I suddenly see what is out of sorts here. Bingo! I found what I was looking for.
Chapter 7 – Bobby
By noon, the reinforcements on the
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