Adrian's Undead Diary (Book 5): Wrath by Chris Philbrook Page A

record and say we need to be careful that we know as much as we can before we do anything with a gun. The last thing we need to do is roll in there like a bunch of fucking cowboys, and get one or more of those girls shot over nothing. If we’re gonna risk our asses, and their asses, and put people down in the process, we need to make damn well sure we’re doing it for the right reasons. You can't unshoot a bullet.” At that point you could see that Mike was sorry he opened his mouth.
    Blake chimed in, “Look, all of you have been great to me, and I can’t say thank you enough, but one way or the other, I am getting in there to get my Kimberly, and my baby out of there. I have a say in the life of my unborn child, and I don’t care what you think about that. I don’t want to drag you all into this, and I’m sorry I did already, but time’s short. My baby is about to be born. I need to do something with or without you.”
    Hector next. “Blake man, you’ll get shot up. They know you man. Second they see you come round, if they’re like the way you say they are, they’ll light your fucking ass up hermano.”
    Blake’s response was a shrug. In his mind, he had no choice. It was get it done or die trying. As dumb as it is to say this, I can totally see where he’s coming from.  
    It was awkwardly silent for a few minutes. All we could hear was the river running behind campus, and the birds chirping. No one knew quite what to say next.
    Mallory spoke, “Look. I don’t think anyone here can honestly say that after looking at those pictures, and listening to Adrian, and Blake that whatever is going on at that Farm is normal, or acceptable, right?”
    Everyone agreed. We were all on the same page in that regard.
    She continued, “And Mike isn’t an idiot, and neither is Blake, and neither is Adrian, and neither is Patty. We’re all adults, and we weren’t born yesterday. So that means we don’t want to hurt anyone that doesn’t deserve it, and we don’t want to risk dying unless it’s really fucking important.”
    Again, everyone agreed with her.
    “Blake, all Mike is saying is that we need to watch that place some more, and maybe try and find some information somehow that absolutely proves that bullshit is happening. Am I right Mike?” She looked to the burly sergeant and he nodded, and gave a 'yeah' back to her.
    “I think we can spare a few days for that. If that baby, yours or not, is born in the meantime, then that just means we’re rescuing six women and a baby, which isn’t much different, right Blake?” She looked at Blake long and hard. Blake looked down at the porch floor from his spot on the railing and wound up nodding at her.
    “Then we spend a few days checking the joint out, see what we can see, and then make a better plan with more information. Shit for all we know, they’re scared shitless and waiting for us to come help them.” Mallory grinned, clearly trying to alleviate the tension.  
    For a hairdresser, that bitch can talk. Though I suppose half of what you pay a stylist for is the conversation.
    “I’ll organize a meeting back home to see what support we can dredge up for this, should it get violent. We’re going to want Lisa here if you move on them, especially if there are that many pregnant women. We’ll come back on the 9 th with word. With any luck it’ll end like Mallory says.” Mike tipped his can of beer up and took a swig. I tipped mine up too in celebration of that idea.
    Abby hit the nail on the head then. “And what if it doesn’t end like that? I for one will not allow those women to be used like cattle at that farm. I’d rather get killed trying to rescue them than let that shit go on.”  
    I nodded, and said the last thing. “Abby, Blake, you guys know me, some better than others, and you know damn well that I’ll be putting boot to door if that’s the case. The world needs babies, but not like that.”
    Dinner was served shortly after. Ollie has