smiled. "Not a problem. Looking forward to contributing around these parts. I'm also looking for women's private parts to contribute something to, as well. Got any leads?"
Jeff smiled. He was going to like this guy, too.
Chapter Fifteen
"I need to rest," Taylor said quietly as the three stumbled down the sidewalk. "My feet hurt and I haven't even woken up yet."
Russ stopped and sighed. "We need to keep going. Once we find a place to hide, we'll do it. But it is too damn dangerous right now. We're lucky we managed to get this far in the dark. Especially with so many zombies in the area."
"I still don't understand why you woke us up," Taylor said.
Russ sighed. "Trust me. If I'd left you back there… bad things would've happened to you."
"We need to do less talking and more walking," Bri said. "Unless you want to argue this stupid point and attract unwanted attention."
"What's up your ass? I just want to know what we're doing," Taylor said.
"Trying not to die." Bri walked off at a quick pace.
Russ smiled. The girl was tough, even with everything she'd been through. And he knew she shared the hatred toward Jeff that he did. She had needed no coaxing a few hours ago when he'd woken her and told her it was time to leave. She simply pulled her bug-out bag and slipped her shoes on.
Taylor needed to be forced to go, even with her friend Bri explaining how Jeff was going to take her for a wife and abuse her if she didn't leave. Bri also explained Darlene was one of the good people, someone who'd helped her to survive.
Russ also thought Bri felt guilty for abandoning the stilt houses and being so gullible when Jeff appeared. For all they knew, Darlene and whoever was with her thought Bri was long dead.
"Jeff isn't so bad," Taylor said. "He's been very nice to me. He even found these boots in my size and gave them to me instead of putting them into the community pot for anyone to grab."
Russ shook his head. "The man is more dangerous than The Lich Lord. He's going to destroy you if you let him."
"Then I won't let him," Taylor said and smiled, which unnerved Russ. The young girl had no idea what she was dealing with. He hoped it wasn't a bad move to bring her along. He just wanted to save her from Jeff.
They were moving slowly on side streets and still far away from where he thought Darlene could be. This was going to be like finding a needle in a haystack, because, by now, they'd have moved on or been killed. But he needed to try to find and warn her before Jeff found her. Even now Russ was sure he'd figured out they were gone and when the distant sounds of motorcycle engines came he wasn't going to be surprised. He just hoped they could hide from them.
Bri stopped at an intersection ahead. When she turned back, she put a finger to her lips and shook her head.
Russ crept up to her and followed her eyes.
Six zombies were sitting on the porch of a house, casually passing around severed limbs and eating bites from them like they were turkey legs.
Russ pointed to a yard going east and they made their way as quickly but as quietly as they could, Taylor right behind. When they got around the house, they turned back north but stayed on the broken sidewalk, watching where they stepped. One rock kicked or glass underfoot, in the stillness, would give them away.
Russ held his breath until he was sure they were far enough away. "We need to find a way to find Darlene," he said quietly. "And a ride."
Taylor put her head down as she walked. "I'm tired. Can't we rest? I didn't get enough sleep, and all this walking is killing me."
"How old are you?" Russ asked.
"Eighteen."
"How old?"
Taylor smiled. "Maybe sixteen. Who cares anymore? I'm old enough. And tired enough to want a nap."
Bri was their advance scout and Russ smiled because he had no idea how it had happened. He realized he needed to stop thinking like
Jeff smiled. He was going to like this guy, too.
Chapter Fifteen
"I need to rest," Taylor said quietly as the three stumbled down the sidewalk. "My feet hurt and I haven't even woken up yet."
Russ stopped and sighed. "We need to keep going. Once we find a place to hide, we'll do it. But it is too damn dangerous right now. We're lucky we managed to get this far in the dark. Especially with so many zombies in the area."
"I still don't understand why you woke us up," Taylor said.
Russ sighed. "Trust me. If I'd left you back there… bad things would've happened to you."
"We need to do less talking and more walking," Bri said. "Unless you want to argue this stupid point and attract unwanted attention."
"What's up your ass? I just want to know what we're doing," Taylor said.
"Trying not to die." Bri walked off at a quick pace.
Russ smiled. The girl was tough, even with everything she'd been through. And he knew she shared the hatred toward Jeff that he did. She had needed no coaxing a few hours ago when he'd woken her and told her it was time to leave. She simply pulled her bug-out bag and slipped her shoes on.
Taylor needed to be forced to go, even with her friend Bri explaining how Jeff was going to take her for a wife and abuse her if she didn't leave. Bri also explained Darlene was one of the good people, someone who'd helped her to survive.
Russ also thought Bri felt guilty for abandoning the stilt houses and being so gullible when Jeff appeared. For all they knew, Darlene and whoever was with her thought Bri was long dead.
"Jeff isn't so bad," Taylor said. "He's been very nice to me. He even found these boots in my size and gave them to me instead of putting them into the community pot for anyone to grab."
Russ shook his head. "The man is more dangerous than The Lich Lord. He's going to destroy you if you let him."
"Then I won't let him," Taylor said and smiled, which unnerved Russ. The young girl had no idea what she was dealing with. He hoped it wasn't a bad move to bring her along. He just wanted to save her from Jeff.
They were moving slowly on side streets and still far away from where he thought Darlene could be. This was going to be like finding a needle in a haystack, because, by now, they'd have moved on or been killed. But he needed to try to find and warn her before Jeff found her. Even now Russ was sure he'd figured out they were gone and when the distant sounds of motorcycle engines came he wasn't going to be surprised. He just hoped they could hide from them.
Bri stopped at an intersection ahead. When she turned back, she put a finger to her lips and shook her head.
Russ crept up to her and followed her eyes.
Six zombies were sitting on the porch of a house, casually passing around severed limbs and eating bites from them like they were turkey legs.
Russ pointed to a yard going east and they made their way as quickly but as quietly as they could, Taylor right behind. When they got around the house, they turned back north but stayed on the broken sidewalk, watching where they stepped. One rock kicked or glass underfoot, in the stillness, would give them away.
Russ held his breath until he was sure they were far enough away. "We need to find a way to find Darlene," he said quietly. "And a ride."
Taylor put her head down as she walked. "I'm tired. Can't we rest? I didn't get enough sleep, and all this walking is killing me."
"How old are you?" Russ asked.
"Eighteen."
"How old?"
Taylor smiled. "Maybe sixteen. Who cares anymore? I'm old enough. And tired enough to want a nap."
Bri was their advance scout and Russ smiled because he had no idea how it had happened. He realized he needed to stop thinking like
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