Walkers (Book 2): The Rescue Read Online Free

darting somewhere behind the camera, so she was afraid of being caught.              
     
         "Hey JD, It's been awhile hasn't it?  We're in trouble here, kinda like when you fell down the well and we had to call 911 three times to get you out.  Remember how we hounded dad to secure that thing?
         Anyway, I never had that kind of problem unless you count the time I wrecked that 1973, 2-door Ford.  It was a pain in the ass every time you got in and out the back. 
         You're probably wondering why we just don't leave on our own.  To tell you the truth, we're just too scared.  I'm scared in here and scared to leave.  Please JD, help us.  Please.
         We need you, JD.  I know you don't live at 2216 SW 14 St. anymore but Ken said he could get this to you anyway.  Be careful.
         Hurry
         06-25-12
     
     
         "Play it again, Lacy, and I'll write down all the numbers she mentions."
         While I got pen and paper Lacy prepared to re-play the video.
         "What's going on?"  Mason asked.
         "Well, Northern Uncle Bill, used to play mystery games with us. We hated it because most of them didn't make sense, but we did it or cleaned the basement. George always won.   She's talking about things I have trouble remembering so it has to be the numbers.  Give me a minute to write this stuff down."  While the video replayed, I wrote the numbers down,  Mason came in with the chalk board from the check-in desk in the great room.  He leaned it up against the wall under the monitor.  When I was done he wrote the numbers on the chalkboard and stood staring at it.
         "Does this letter have anything to do with the pictures on the camera?"  Flynn asked.  Seems like we were all getting in on it but that was good because we needed as many perspectives as possible to figure out what was going on.
         "Knowing him, I would have to say yes.  It is out of character for him to be smiling and friendly so it means something.  I just haven't figured out what yet."  Ken started mumbling as he went from one picture to the next.   Every monitor in the dining room had a picture on it.  Eight in all.  Lacy and him continued to move from one to the other, almost like a dance, stepping forward and back to avoid bumping into each other but never taking their eyes from the monitors.  I read the letter over and over, putting the numbers down in rows up and down, backwards and forwards, till I was cross eyed.
         "Excuse me, please", said Sarah.  "I have a question."
         I turned to her and waited.  She walked over and tapped Ken on the shoulder, making him jump.
         "I was just wondering how you got away and where you got the briefcase."
         My eyebrows climbed up my forehead as I looked at Ken.  His mind was still on the photos so it took a moment for the question to sink in.  When it did, he grinned and sat at the table.
          "I was to get sanctuary at the facility because I was related and could fly a plane.  But I got to there a bit late..my plane had engine troubles.  Anyway, when I arrived, they wouldn't let me in.  The blast doors on the entrance were already closed and you needed a code to get in.  I didn't want to be too far away and the walkers were everywhere so I settled in a fire rangers observation tower about a mile away in case Northern Uncle Bill and George got away.
         It was a miserable place, hot in the summer and cold in the winter.  Walkers were milling around the bottom of it but I had taken out a section of the stairs at the bottom and used a rope ladder that I could raise to keep them from reaching me.  I had to make raids into town for food and batteries but I watched the entrance the whole time.  Soon the guards disappeared, I have no idea where they went.  I started to see people come out and dump bodies every so often.  There were only four or five bodies at a time so I would go down