Dying To Live & Fighting To Live-Book One and Book Two (Zombie Overload Series) by C. M. Wright Page B
Authors: C. M. Wright
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the
way around the hospital. The undead are thick here. And that's just
on the outside. Jake heads up the parking ramp and climbs to the top
level. We only see a couple zombies and Jake takes them out with his
Hummer. He pulls up next to the stairs and we park next to him.
Getting out of our vehicle, we take a look around.
"I think it's
best if we go in here. We can go down one flight and be at the door
of the cancer wing of the hospital. No need going through all this
shit to get here when we can just do like this." Uh, yeah.
Makes sense to me!
I pull out my guns
and make sure they are both fully loaded. Jake opens his back door
and pulls out a smaller bag. Opening it, he takes out some metal
tubes. Handing me two, I study them and realize they are silencers.
Screwing them on each gun, I put one of the guns in my holster but
keep the other in my hand. The men put their silencers on and Jake
asks if we are ready. We nod yes and he picks up his rifle, straps it
over his shoulder so it lay on his back. Obviously, it's meant as a
backup since we want to stay as quiet as possible and not draw more
of the undead to us. He begins to walk toward the door for the stairs
when he stops suddenly and goes back to his truck. Pulling out three
nice-sized knives, he comes back to me and shows me where the knife
sheath on my pants are. I stick the knife in and Will tucks his into
the back of his jeans, handle sticking out. Hope he doesn’t
stick himself in the ass. I almost laugh with the image of him
doing so. Wouldn't that be just like my hubby? I probably
should have grabbed him a military outfit, as well, but I just didn't
think about it.
Jake resumes his
journey toward the stairs. He looks through the small narrow window
on the door and then slowly and, as quietly as he can, pushes it
open. He looks down the stairwell, and we all three hear the grunts
and bangs. We follow him down the stairs cautiously. On the landing
before the door we need to go through, we see a single zombie. She
shuffles to the door, unable to open it, banging and pushing against
it, although it opens out this way instead of inside. Giving up, she
turns to the stairs going up toward us and, never lifting her feet,
falls on the first step. She rolls off, gets back on her feet, and
shuffles back to the door. Jake looks back at us, motioning for us to
stay where we are, but before he gets the chance to go down more than
a couple stairs, the zombie goes near the edge of the landing leading
to the floor below and disappears with a series of thuds. Jake looks
back at us and shrugs. Well, that was easy!
We meet up on the
landing and Jake peers through the window on that door. He backs away
and lets out a breath that seems to come from the bottom of his soul.
He hangs his head for a moment before turning back to us. I'm afraid
of what he's going to say.
"There's at
least fifty walking around in there. And that's just the ones I see.
You sure you wanna do this?" Nope. Not really! But I nod
my head yes. If it were my loved one, nothing would stop me. Not to
mention, Jake has already proved he would help us and other
strangers, too.
Will says, "No
sense in turning back now. We can do this. I have a plan. We seem to
be safe here, unless there are some outside on the top level that
push the door open." Stopping, he looks at the door and we see
one of those door locks that you can push down to lock the door into
the floor. He goes over and pushes it down, locking it in place. Will
runs back up the stairs and soon after, Jake and I hear the top
stairwell door lock. He runs back down and says that now we don't
have to worry about falling zombies. We grin. Then he continues
telling us his plan.
"So, we open
this door and get on the stairs. They can't climb so we will be safe
and can take them out." Wow. Brilliant idea, Babe! Jake
and I nod at him, and I give him one of my winks, which is a blink of
both eyes. I c an't wink, remember. Bite me! Well,
considering the current
way around the hospital. The undead are thick here. And that's just
on the outside. Jake heads up the parking ramp and climbs to the top
level. We only see a couple zombies and Jake takes them out with his
Hummer. He pulls up next to the stairs and we park next to him.
Getting out of our vehicle, we take a look around.
"I think it's
best if we go in here. We can go down one flight and be at the door
of the cancer wing of the hospital. No need going through all this
shit to get here when we can just do like this." Uh, yeah.
Makes sense to me!
I pull out my guns
and make sure they are both fully loaded. Jake opens his back door
and pulls out a smaller bag. Opening it, he takes out some metal
tubes. Handing me two, I study them and realize they are silencers.
Screwing them on each gun, I put one of the guns in my holster but
keep the other in my hand. The men put their silencers on and Jake
asks if we are ready. We nod yes and he picks up his rifle, straps it
over his shoulder so it lay on his back. Obviously, it's meant as a
backup since we want to stay as quiet as possible and not draw more
of the undead to us. He begins to walk toward the door for the stairs
when he stops suddenly and goes back to his truck. Pulling out three
nice-sized knives, he comes back to me and shows me where the knife
sheath on my pants are. I stick the knife in and Will tucks his into
the back of his jeans, handle sticking out. Hope he doesn’t
stick himself in the ass. I almost laugh with the image of him
doing so. Wouldn't that be just like my hubby? I probably
should have grabbed him a military outfit, as well, but I just didn't
think about it.
Jake resumes his
journey toward the stairs. He looks through the small narrow window
on the door and then slowly and, as quietly as he can, pushes it
open. He looks down the stairwell, and we all three hear the grunts
and bangs. We follow him down the stairs cautiously. On the landing
before the door we need to go through, we see a single zombie. She
shuffles to the door, unable to open it, banging and pushing against
it, although it opens out this way instead of inside. Giving up, she
turns to the stairs going up toward us and, never lifting her feet,
falls on the first step. She rolls off, gets back on her feet, and
shuffles back to the door. Jake looks back at us, motioning for us to
stay where we are, but before he gets the chance to go down more than
a couple stairs, the zombie goes near the edge of the landing leading
to the floor below and disappears with a series of thuds. Jake looks
back at us and shrugs. Well, that was easy!
We meet up on the
landing and Jake peers through the window on that door. He backs away
and lets out a breath that seems to come from the bottom of his soul.
He hangs his head for a moment before turning back to us. I'm afraid
of what he's going to say.
"There's at
least fifty walking around in there. And that's just the ones I see.
You sure you wanna do this?" Nope. Not really! But I nod
my head yes. If it were my loved one, nothing would stop me. Not to
mention, Jake has already proved he would help us and other
strangers, too.
Will says, "No
sense in turning back now. We can do this. I have a plan. We seem to
be safe here, unless there are some outside on the top level that
push the door open." Stopping, he looks at the door and we see
one of those door locks that you can push down to lock the door into
the floor. He goes over and pushes it down, locking it in place. Will
runs back up the stairs and soon after, Jake and I hear the top
stairwell door lock. He runs back down and says that now we don't
have to worry about falling zombies. We grin. Then he continues
telling us his plan.
"So, we open
this door and get on the stairs. They can't climb so we will be safe
and can take them out." Wow. Brilliant idea, Babe! Jake
and I nod at him, and I give him one of my winks, which is a blink of
both eyes. I c an't wink, remember. Bite me! Well,
considering the current
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