Dead Life Book 5 by D Harrison Schleicher

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                  Gina took his hand and stepped off the back of the truck. Al had taken out the few zombies that were by the back of the truck with his sword but more were on their way towards them. Gina drew her sword and took up a fighting stance.
                  “Leave ‘em. There’s more in front of us. Worry about them.”
                  Al headed off into the woods and Gina followed him. They went about twenty feet into the woods away from the truck and then started up, staying parallel to the road. Al was right there were more zombies in front of them but not that many. The underbrush was thick, making it hard for the undead to get at them, so they were easy to avoid. The real problem was getting through the woods. Thorn bushes were everywhere. There was no way around so they were forced to go through them, which made a lot of noise. The zombies from the road were now making their way into the woods towards the two. Al finally came to a game trail that led up the hill but headed slightly away from the road.
                  “Which way should we go?” Gina asked.
                  “We can’t go that way,” Al said, pointing down the path toward the gravel road. Some of the zombies had found the path and were heading toward them. “We’ll stay on the path as long as it heads up. If we have to we’ll go back into the woods.”
                  They made good time on the game trail and it wasn’t long before they could no longer hear the moans from the zombies behind them. Twice they came to one of the undead on the path in front of them. Al quickly dispatched them with a quick jab to the head with his sword. Gina had no idea how long they had been on the move. It seemed like hours since they had first come down off of the truck but in reality it hadn’t even been half an hour. In the distance they heard the sound of three grenades going off. They both stopped to listen.
                  “They’re still alive,” Gina said.
                  “Was there ever any doubt?”
                  “You’re full of shit. You’re just as worried as I am.”
                  “You’re right. From the sound of things the fights not over yet.”
                  “They’re close enough to them to be throwing grenades. Is that good or bad?”
                  “I don’t know. I was getting worried that we hadn’t heard anything. Those explosions were a long way from here. They’ve been on the run this whole time. Let’s get going.”
                  The further they went down the path the wider it got. Eventually they came to a clearing in the woods. A weather beaten trailer with a gravel road leading to it sat on the far side of the clearing. They both stopped just inside the tree line.
                  “I saw a deer stand a little while ago,” Al said. “That’s somebody’s hunting trailer.”
                  “Our luck hasn’t been so good lately. We should be careful.”
                  Al put his sword in its sheath and un-slung his rifle. “Keep your sword out and watch for zombies. I’ll deal with anything else.”
                  They ran across the field to the back of the trailer. Al slowly worked his way around the side of the trailer. An old truck sat out front by the door, which was open. Before they got to the opened door the smell hit them.
                  “Somebody’s dead in there,” Gina said. “That isn’t zombie I smell.”
                  They both relaxed a little and went to the door. What little that was left of a body lay on the floor just inside. Flies buzzed around a body that seemed to slowly move across the floor. The body did move but it wasn’t going anywhere. It was only the thousands of maggots that seethed over the body that made it appear