ZOMBIE'S DOOM? "Chronicles of Jack Doom" Read Online Free Page B
Author: Will Lemen
the wheel wells, some of the eaters clothing among other things has gotten wrapped around stuff; we need to get it out before it messes something up. Plus, we'll never get away from the smell and these damn flies if we don't clean this mess up."
"By all means then, let's clean up this mess," Gin said, without hesitation.
"Gin, hand me one of those spare rifles, I'll use it to pull this crap out."
Seeing me using the barrel of one of the surplus M-4's to clear my vehicle of zombie remains, the boys followed suit and began digging at the oozing sub-human debris that was also stuck in their wheel wells.
After pulling a hand, two mutilated feet, half of an arm, a blood soaked shirt, and something that resembled part of a ground up internal organ from the wheel wells, along with unwrapping a small intestine that was twisted around one of the front shock absorbers, we soon had the hitchhiking residue of the once ferocious cannibalistic monsters removed from the underside of our vehicles and we were once more on our way.
We were able to make our way to the freeway, and with the bodies of the dead zombies now becoming more random, traveling was easier and much faster.
It had been about twenty-five minutes since we had left the armory when I looked in my rearview mirror and saw Billy and Jacob smiling and waving trying to get our attention, when I waved back, they both pointed at some zombies that were several hundred yards away walking through a field.
None of us had ever thought that we would be happy to see a live zombie roaming around the countryside, but considering the alternative of seeing a prehistoric beast that was supposed to have been extinct for millions of years, one that could easily out run us and rip us to pieces, we would take what we could get.
After that, we began to see an occasional group of zombies wandering around in search of food, or us, depending on how you look at it.
"There's some more eaters Jack," Gin pointed out. "We're seeing more and more of them now; I wonder why we haven't seen any of those other creatures since they forced us into the tank?"
"I have no idea, but if I never see another one of them again, it'll be too damn soon," I answered. "I mean unless they show up and save our asses again, and don't eat us afterwards."
"Right!" Gin replied, and then asked.
"What are we going to do if we do see them again?"
"I guess if they're close and pose any kind of a threat, we'll see how effective our weapons are against them? I wish we still had our AK's, bigger bullets ya know."
Gin didn't look too happy with my answer, but there wasn't much we could do if we were attacked by the ravenous gigantic lizards except test our weapons.
We certainly couldn't out run them on foot, our only option would be to stand and fight or find some place to hide until it was safe to continue to travel.
In either case, at this moment our chances of surviving an attack by the merciless reptiles seemed rather grim.
"What do think is going on, I'm mean there's not supposed to be raptors running around out there?" Gin asked, as if I was supposed to have an answer to her question.
"I don't know what's happening. We've got dinosaurs roaming the planet, at least our portion of the planet. We've got dead people roaming the planet with them. Who knows what else the Gods have in store for us?" I answered, knowing that my answer had done nothing to help ease the emotional stress that was consuming her.
We drove all day down highway 77, sticking to our plan that we had made the night before, which was to make our way a little south of Corpus Christi, and see if we could find a spot somewhere around Baffin Bay. Several small towns are close by and might offer food and possibly a permanent sanctuary, if there was any such thing anymore.
We would stay well clear of big cities if possible, our experience with them in the past had not been too pleasant, and the overwhelming numbers of zombies that tend to inhabit large
"By all means then, let's clean up this mess," Gin said, without hesitation.
"Gin, hand me one of those spare rifles, I'll use it to pull this crap out."
Seeing me using the barrel of one of the surplus M-4's to clear my vehicle of zombie remains, the boys followed suit and began digging at the oozing sub-human debris that was also stuck in their wheel wells.
After pulling a hand, two mutilated feet, half of an arm, a blood soaked shirt, and something that resembled part of a ground up internal organ from the wheel wells, along with unwrapping a small intestine that was twisted around one of the front shock absorbers, we soon had the hitchhiking residue of the once ferocious cannibalistic monsters removed from the underside of our vehicles and we were once more on our way.
We were able to make our way to the freeway, and with the bodies of the dead zombies now becoming more random, traveling was easier and much faster.
It had been about twenty-five minutes since we had left the armory when I looked in my rearview mirror and saw Billy and Jacob smiling and waving trying to get our attention, when I waved back, they both pointed at some zombies that were several hundred yards away walking through a field.
None of us had ever thought that we would be happy to see a live zombie roaming around the countryside, but considering the alternative of seeing a prehistoric beast that was supposed to have been extinct for millions of years, one that could easily out run us and rip us to pieces, we would take what we could get.
After that, we began to see an occasional group of zombies wandering around in search of food, or us, depending on how you look at it.
"There's some more eaters Jack," Gin pointed out. "We're seeing more and more of them now; I wonder why we haven't seen any of those other creatures since they forced us into the tank?"
"I have no idea, but if I never see another one of them again, it'll be too damn soon," I answered. "I mean unless they show up and save our asses again, and don't eat us afterwards."
"Right!" Gin replied, and then asked.
"What are we going to do if we do see them again?"
"I guess if they're close and pose any kind of a threat, we'll see how effective our weapons are against them? I wish we still had our AK's, bigger bullets ya know."
Gin didn't look too happy with my answer, but there wasn't much we could do if we were attacked by the ravenous gigantic lizards except test our weapons.
We certainly couldn't out run them on foot, our only option would be to stand and fight or find some place to hide until it was safe to continue to travel.
In either case, at this moment our chances of surviving an attack by the merciless reptiles seemed rather grim.
"What do think is going on, I'm mean there's not supposed to be raptors running around out there?" Gin asked, as if I was supposed to have an answer to her question.
"I don't know what's happening. We've got dinosaurs roaming the planet, at least our portion of the planet. We've got dead people roaming the planet with them. Who knows what else the Gods have in store for us?" I answered, knowing that my answer had done nothing to help ease the emotional stress that was consuming her.
We drove all day down highway 77, sticking to our plan that we had made the night before, which was to make our way a little south of Corpus Christi, and see if we could find a spot somewhere around Baffin Bay. Several small towns are close by and might offer food and possibly a permanent sanctuary, if there was any such thing anymore.
We would stay well clear of big cities if possible, our experience with them in the past had not been too pleasant, and the overwhelming numbers of zombies that tend to inhabit large
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