Dove: A Zombie Tale (Byron: A Zombie Tale Book 2) by Scott Wieczorek Page B
Authors: Scott Wieczorek
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even look like she had packed herself a bag and bugged out. Her paired Samurai swords stood in their rack on her dresser. I grabbed them both and ran across the hall to my bedroom. Using a belt from my closet, I strapped them around my waist like a Japanese warrior.
“Attractive,” Byron called from the corridor. “So this is your room?” I had my head buried in my closet looking for a spare backpack. “What’s in here?” I leaned back, and watched as he riffled through my dresser.
“Hey, creeper, stay out of my underwear drawer.”
He drew his hand back in reverence, like he had just been about to touch the Holy Grail, or the Ark of the Covenant.
“Lo, I have seen the top of the mountain. And it is good.”
I slapped him on the shoulder and shoved him out of the way as I threw some things into the backpack. “No sense in wearing the same clothes for the rest of eternity.”
He had already stalked out to the corridor. “So where in the world could your aunt be?”
I closed the top flap on the bag and stepped out into the corridor with him. “She has no social life,” I said with no humor. “If she’s not here, then she’s either at work. Or…” I couldn’t bring myself to say the words in my mind.
He nodded. “So where does she work?”
~ ~ ~
Dove threw her knapsack into the back of the truck. We needed to get moving to find her aunt’s workplace. The sun had already reached its zenith and began its decline toward evening.
“Where are we headed?” I asked.
“Passayunk Avenue. She works as a waitress in a trendy little restaurant there.”
“You ever think of that line of work? Would be safer than crawling over rusted nails, broken beer bottles, and hypodermic needles. Not to mention less homeless to contend with.”
She tossed her head back. “Are you kidding? In Philly? Please. There are lawyers that are homeless.”
I cocked my head to one side, but decided not to press the issue or inquire further. Admittedly, I am not a fan of big cities. Philly is my least favorite. It’s just too bad they couldn’t have tested out using a nuke on the place to see if it would stem the spread of zombies.
“So which direction?” The Rover coughed to life and roared like a lion, ready for action. She pointed and I pulled away from the curb. “Think you have enough provisions?”
While we were at the house, we raided the pantry. The effort was largely fruitless given that both inhabitants ate out nearly all meals each day. At least we were able to grab some long-lasting canned goods, a couple of extra flashlights and batteries, and some clothes.
“We can grab more from the restaurant, I suspect, if we need to.”
“Fair enough.” I flipped on my directional and made a turn, then face-palmed with a groan. “I can’t believe I just did that.”
“Old habits die hard. You learn to drive one way. You’re conditioned to use your blinker whenever making a turn. And now when there are no other drivers on the road, you still feel the compulsion to obey the traffic laws.”
“Didn’t even think about it. Just did it.”
She directed me through the streets to our destination.
“I take it you’ve driven this route a few times.”
She gave a shy smirk. “I’ve had to pick Aunt E up from the restaurant a few times.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“A few dozen—a couple hundred—Okay! Tons! Tons of times. She hates to take the bus and I don’t want her to walk in those neighborhoods. It’s just not safe. So I drive her.”
“You’re a good niece. How come you’re living with her?”
“I lost both my parents a while back. She took me in without question. We’ve been two peas in a pod since.”
“Wow. I’m sorry to hear that. How did they die? If you don’t mind my asking.”
“Used to be a time when I minded. Not so much anymore. I barely remember them. I remember my mom more than my dad. He worked all the time and had a horrific commute. I barely saw him as a child. All I
“Attractive,” Byron called from the corridor. “So this is your room?” I had my head buried in my closet looking for a spare backpack. “What’s in here?” I leaned back, and watched as he riffled through my dresser.
“Hey, creeper, stay out of my underwear drawer.”
He drew his hand back in reverence, like he had just been about to touch the Holy Grail, or the Ark of the Covenant.
“Lo, I have seen the top of the mountain. And it is good.”
I slapped him on the shoulder and shoved him out of the way as I threw some things into the backpack. “No sense in wearing the same clothes for the rest of eternity.”
He had already stalked out to the corridor. “So where in the world could your aunt be?”
I closed the top flap on the bag and stepped out into the corridor with him. “She has no social life,” I said with no humor. “If she’s not here, then she’s either at work. Or…” I couldn’t bring myself to say the words in my mind.
He nodded. “So where does she work?”
~ ~ ~
Dove threw her knapsack into the back of the truck. We needed to get moving to find her aunt’s workplace. The sun had already reached its zenith and began its decline toward evening.
“Where are we headed?” I asked.
“Passayunk Avenue. She works as a waitress in a trendy little restaurant there.”
“You ever think of that line of work? Would be safer than crawling over rusted nails, broken beer bottles, and hypodermic needles. Not to mention less homeless to contend with.”
She tossed her head back. “Are you kidding? In Philly? Please. There are lawyers that are homeless.”
I cocked my head to one side, but decided not to press the issue or inquire further. Admittedly, I am not a fan of big cities. Philly is my least favorite. It’s just too bad they couldn’t have tested out using a nuke on the place to see if it would stem the spread of zombies.
“So which direction?” The Rover coughed to life and roared like a lion, ready for action. She pointed and I pulled away from the curb. “Think you have enough provisions?”
While we were at the house, we raided the pantry. The effort was largely fruitless given that both inhabitants ate out nearly all meals each day. At least we were able to grab some long-lasting canned goods, a couple of extra flashlights and batteries, and some clothes.
“We can grab more from the restaurant, I suspect, if we need to.”
“Fair enough.” I flipped on my directional and made a turn, then face-palmed with a groan. “I can’t believe I just did that.”
“Old habits die hard. You learn to drive one way. You’re conditioned to use your blinker whenever making a turn. And now when there are no other drivers on the road, you still feel the compulsion to obey the traffic laws.”
“Didn’t even think about it. Just did it.”
She directed me through the streets to our destination.
“I take it you’ve driven this route a few times.”
She gave a shy smirk. “I’ve had to pick Aunt E up from the restaurant a few times.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“A few dozen—a couple hundred—Okay! Tons! Tons of times. She hates to take the bus and I don’t want her to walk in those neighborhoods. It’s just not safe. So I drive her.”
“You’re a good niece. How come you’re living with her?”
“I lost both my parents a while back. She took me in without question. We’ve been two peas in a pod since.”
“Wow. I’m sorry to hear that. How did they die? If you don’t mind my asking.”
“Used to be a time when I minded. Not so much anymore. I barely remember them. I remember my mom more than my dad. He worked all the time and had a horrific commute. I barely saw him as a child. All I
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