Dead Life (Book 2) by D. Harrison Schleicher Page B

Al.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 2
                  “Who the hell is Al?”
                  “Al lives across the street from me.  He's an ex-marine and I guess you could call him a survivalist.  Al's got a huge bomb shelter in his back yard.  He came over the other day when I was having all our survival gear delivered and it turns out he knew about the zombies before Tim told me what was going on.  We're teaming up with him.”
                  “You said OUR survival gear?”
                  “That's right.  I planned on you joining me the entire time.  I hope the clothes I bought you fit.”
                  “Really?  Well, what all did you buy?”
                  “Well, there's some fatigues, nice low-cut tank tops, lingerie, KY jelly, a camouflage bikini, and thong underwear.”
                  “You're kidding me.”
                  “Yeah, but I did get you some fatigues and tank tops.  Which may or may not be low-cut.”
                  “Okay, okay, just call Al.”
                  I tried his cell but all the circuits were busy.  I kept trying but wasn't having any luck.  Meanwhile, the zombies were getting pretty stirred up.  They were trying to get to us through the windows.  I suggested we go up on the roof of the store and watch what was going on.  There was lots of traffic heading out to Highway 364.  The motor room was in back.  That was where the compressors were located that powered the coolers and freezers.  The roof hatch was located there.
                  We went up the steps going to the motor room and I climbed the ladder and unlocked the roof hatch.  It was a nice night out.  The skies were clear and there was a full moon out.  It would have been kind of romantic if not for all the noise.  You could hear sirens, gunshots, screaming, and constant moaning coming from the zombies outside the store.  I kept trying Al but kept getting the same results.  All the circuits were busy.
                  There were still too many zombies outside for the two of us to get to the Hummer.  Every time a car went by, they would start to go after it but would then turn back after the noise of the engine faded away.  It seemed like the ones outside knew we were here and wanted to get at us.  There got to be about forty of them milling around on the lot.  A police cruiser pulled up and two officers got out.  They started shooting the zombies but there were too many of them and the policemen were soon overwhelmed.  The zombies ripped them to pieces.  At least they wouldn't be coming back as zombies.  I wish we could have helped them but they were too far away to shoot with our pistols. 
                  “If we try to get out of here, that's what will happen to us.”  Gina said.  “We'll never be able to get to your Hummer.”
                  “You're right.  I'll keep trying Al.” 
                  When I started to try him again, my phone rang.  It was Al.
                  “Finally!  This goddamn phone sucks.  I've been trying to call you for hours.  Did you find your gal?”
                  “Yeah, she was here at the store and she's fine.  We're trapped at the store though.  Those fucking zombies are everywhere and we can't get to the Hummer.”
                  “I'm already on my way.  Unless the roads are blocked, I should be there in a minute. We'll see if we can thin the herd a bit.”
                  I looked at Gina.  “He's on his way.”
                  A few minutes later the U-Haul came flying onto the lot.
                  “Look, Steve, there he is.”
                  “How did you know that was him?”
                  “Oh, well, I may have been by your house a