What Zombies Fear (Book 2): The Maxists Read Online Free

dizziness.
     
    “ Sorry!” was his loudly whispered apology from outside.
     
    Eventually able to get to my feet, I unlocked the door, allowing the other three into the small office. There was a payment window at the end of the little lobby we were standing in. To the right was a showroom. There were hundreds of gas appliances, from wood stoves to gas logs, to ranges. There were even propane powered refrigerators. In the back of the showroom I found what I wanted, three large heaters that didn’t require venting the exhaust to the outside.
     
    Leo and John moved off towards the back warehouse, while Marshall and I headed towards the office. I was hoping to find the lockbox where they kept the keys to the delivery vehicles. Marshall and I found a medicine cabinet sized steel box mounted to the wall by the back door. He really was getting strong. He braced his thumb against the door of the key cabinet and his four fingers against the wall and literally flipped the door open with just his thumb.
     
    “ Showoff,” I said.
     
    “ I was trying to be quiet!” he replied.
     
    Inside there were six sets of keys. Two of them were large Volvo keys those had to be for tractor trailer rigs. One of them was a ford key. I grabbed all three sets, hoping the ford key was to a pickup. I’d forgotten that this place had such an extensive showroom and was excited about the prospect of picking up energy efficient, reliable heat for the housing above the barn.
     
    “ John, Leo, do you copy,” I said into the throat mic of the radio on my belt.
     
    Leo laughed out loud and said, “Tookes, what is this, the military?”
     
    “ Right… Shut up. Seemed like the thing to say,” I said. “Do you see any large generators back there? What about vent-free heaters?”
     
    “ Right-o mate, there’s about six gennies and a dozen heaters back here,” was John’s response.
     
    “ Alright, you two figure out how to get the loading dock doors open, Marshall and I will find a truck and get it backed up to the dock.”
     
    Marshall and I headed for the back exit. I hit the breaker bar on the door in stride. I felt a little extra resistance as I plowed the door open, causing a zombie in the remnants of a gray pinstripe suit to go stumbling backwards. Before I could reach back to pull the hatched I grabbed for this trip, Marshall shouldered past me knocking me around behind the door and smashed the thing with a huge hammer. The hammer liquefied the creature’s skull, making a gruesome dull wet thud. Bits of brain and skull splattered the inside of the door. The corpse was launched backwards by the power of the blow, landing on its crushed head. Its legs flipped up over its head, folding it in half with a crack of its spine. I could smell the putrid gore like the whiff of a rotten fart running down the door and the wall next to me.
     
    Marshall had cut the handles of his hammers off halfway, sanded the ends and stuffed a thick nylon strap through the handle. He was now holding a hammer in each hand and stepped out into the yard. I let go of the door and watched it swing shut.
     
    “ Shit, where did they come from?” I asked.
     
    “ I don’t know, but I got this,” replied Marshall confidently. “I’ve been working on a new trick.” He started swinging one hammer by the nylon strap, spinning it so fast it made a low bass whirring noise, like those Australian noise makers. John called it a didgeridoo once when I referred to it as a boomerang on a string. At that same time he referred to me as a drongo. Still not sure what that means.
     
    In one smooth motion he let the hammer go and watched it smash through the faces of four zombies in a row, completely decapitating the first three and caving in the skull of the fourth. The corpses fell backwards against each other like dominoes, landing in a heap of vile flesh. He switched his other hammer to his right hand and began spinning it like he had the first. Marshall used his left