ZOMBIE'S DOOM? "Chronicles of Jack Doom" Read Online Free
Author: Will Lemen
stepping on most of the rotting body parts, and at the same time, hopefully avoiding any sniper's bullets that might be aimed at us.
"There's a bunch of Hummers back here dad," Jacob acknowledged, jumping into one of the vehicles. "Hand me a key and I'll see if it works.
I handed Jacob four keys in a row, none of which would start the Hummer, however, as Jacob turned the fifth key, the military vehicle turned over and then started with a roar.
"Can I drive dad, I can do it," Jacob begged, smiling and gripping the steering wheel.
It was only a few yards to the back door of the armory, and there wasn't what you would call a whole lot of dead bodies to drive over. Besides, he needed the practice; we were sure to need him to drive at some point in the future.
"Sure pull it up as close as you can to the back door, then get right back here."
Jacob followed my orders to the letter and parked the Hummer close the rear entrance of the building without incident. Then he joined me again as I had requested.
"What now dad?" Jacob inquired eager to drive again.
"I think this time we're going to take two vehicles, travel in a caravan. Every time we get on the road, something happens to our transportation. So this time, since we have two military vehicles at our disposal, we're going to try something different, maybe we'll have better luck.
I dug through the box of keys once more, handing them one by one to my son who promptly inserted them into the ignition of the second Hummer.
"Bingo!" Jacob yelled, as the second Hummer spewed smoke from its tail pipe and began to rumble.
"Pull it behind the other one, not too close though, we need to be able to load supplies into the back of it too," I informed Jacob, as he slowly drove the olive-drab colored truck over a bloated carcass that was doubling as a speed bump, and moved it into place.
"Good enough," I said. "Let's hit the showers!"
Gin was pleased that the armory had showers; however, she wished that the hot water had been working. Nevertheless, things being as they were, she agreed with me that any shower was better than no shower at all.
Once we had cleaned the dried cadaver juices and lingering stench off us and slipped into our new uniforms, we secured one of the rooms that had two exits and began to gather as much ammo as we thought we could pack into the two Hummers, and then we loaded every magazine that we could find.
"When are we leaving," Gin asked.
With all of the horrific occurrences that had happened in the last few days, I hadn't considered what we would do, or where we would go.
Hell, I didn't even think we would live through it, let alone make plans for what we would do if we did.
"I think we should spend the night here locked in this room; while we figure out what we're going to do, where we're going to go, you know, make a plan."
"We could try and make it back to the YMCA?" Gin suggested.
"We could, but the Sarge left us for dead, he left all of us here and he could have waited, he should have waited, I would have waited for him.
So I put a few rounds in the back tires of the bus as he drove off. Therefore, if we go back to the Y, and him and Beth didn't make back we'll be fine. That is unless they show up later, then I'll have to kill him.
On the other hand, if we go there and he and Beth made it back in one piece, he's not going to be too pleased to see us, and I'll have to kill him.
Or, if we show up there and he welcomes us with open arms, I'm still going to kill him, it'll just be a little easier that way.
Either way, if I end up having to kill the Sarge, and I will end up having to kill him, it's the principle of the thing you know. I don't think his people are going to take too kindly to that.
Do you?"
"No, probably not," Gin answered.
"Maybe we can find another YMCA, or something like it," Billy contended.
"Or maybe another box store, like before," Jacob added.
"Well we'll just have to figure it out, but for now the Sarge's YMCA is not an
"There's a bunch of Hummers back here dad," Jacob acknowledged, jumping into one of the vehicles. "Hand me a key and I'll see if it works.
I handed Jacob four keys in a row, none of which would start the Hummer, however, as Jacob turned the fifth key, the military vehicle turned over and then started with a roar.
"Can I drive dad, I can do it," Jacob begged, smiling and gripping the steering wheel.
It was only a few yards to the back door of the armory, and there wasn't what you would call a whole lot of dead bodies to drive over. Besides, he needed the practice; we were sure to need him to drive at some point in the future.
"Sure pull it up as close as you can to the back door, then get right back here."
Jacob followed my orders to the letter and parked the Hummer close the rear entrance of the building without incident. Then he joined me again as I had requested.
"What now dad?" Jacob inquired eager to drive again.
"I think this time we're going to take two vehicles, travel in a caravan. Every time we get on the road, something happens to our transportation. So this time, since we have two military vehicles at our disposal, we're going to try something different, maybe we'll have better luck.
I dug through the box of keys once more, handing them one by one to my son who promptly inserted them into the ignition of the second Hummer.
"Bingo!" Jacob yelled, as the second Hummer spewed smoke from its tail pipe and began to rumble.
"Pull it behind the other one, not too close though, we need to be able to load supplies into the back of it too," I informed Jacob, as he slowly drove the olive-drab colored truck over a bloated carcass that was doubling as a speed bump, and moved it into place.
"Good enough," I said. "Let's hit the showers!"
Gin was pleased that the armory had showers; however, she wished that the hot water had been working. Nevertheless, things being as they were, she agreed with me that any shower was better than no shower at all.
Once we had cleaned the dried cadaver juices and lingering stench off us and slipped into our new uniforms, we secured one of the rooms that had two exits and began to gather as much ammo as we thought we could pack into the two Hummers, and then we loaded every magazine that we could find.
"When are we leaving," Gin asked.
With all of the horrific occurrences that had happened in the last few days, I hadn't considered what we would do, or where we would go.
Hell, I didn't even think we would live through it, let alone make plans for what we would do if we did.
"I think we should spend the night here locked in this room; while we figure out what we're going to do, where we're going to go, you know, make a plan."
"We could try and make it back to the YMCA?" Gin suggested.
"We could, but the Sarge left us for dead, he left all of us here and he could have waited, he should have waited, I would have waited for him.
So I put a few rounds in the back tires of the bus as he drove off. Therefore, if we go back to the Y, and him and Beth didn't make back we'll be fine. That is unless they show up later, then I'll have to kill him.
On the other hand, if we go there and he and Beth made it back in one piece, he's not going to be too pleased to see us, and I'll have to kill him.
Or, if we show up there and he welcomes us with open arms, I'm still going to kill him, it'll just be a little easier that way.
Either way, if I end up having to kill the Sarge, and I will end up having to kill him, it's the principle of the thing you know. I don't think his people are going to take too kindly to that.
Do you?"
"No, probably not," Gin answered.
"Maybe we can find another YMCA, or something like it," Billy contended.
"Or maybe another box store, like before," Jacob added.
"Well we'll just have to figure it out, but for now the Sarge's YMCA is not an
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