Live (NOLA Zombie Book 3) by Gillian Zane Page A
Authors: Gillian Zane
Tags: Zombies & Romance
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get your gear?”
“eBay,” Blake said flatly.
“Heard the 199th had hightailed it out of here when the twin-span was overrun,” I spoke up.
“We’re what’s left. I got ten under my command and a few troopers.” He glanced up and clocked Hannah on the porch. “Y’all seem like you got your shit together and not just from internet shopping.”
“Why’d you stop?” I was done with small talk, I wanted to know this guy’s intentions.
“Curiosity and we’re looking for a group in this area, thought you could point us in the right direction.”
“There ain’t nothing out here,” Blake said.
“That’s not what we’ve been hearing.” He made a motion with his hand and someone got out of the second SUV. The person came forward to stand next to Napier dressed in the typical Army digital camouflage uniform, just like the Major, but much slighter. I couldn’t see with the glare of the headlights but I was pretty sure it was a female. She said something inaudible to the Major.
“We were told there was a well-equipped group of survivors out here, most of which were former military, and I’m thinking we found them. Y’all wouldn’t happen to be MJ Services?”
Twenty-Three | Murphey’s Law
BLAKE
“Murphey, is that you?” I looked up at Baby who was leaning over the railing like she had just spotted her long lost cousin.
“Hannah Klink, I knew you’d survive this shit.” Baby shouldered her rifle and made her way down the stairs.
“I did Ranger school with Murphey, we were the only females in that class,” she whispered in the com. “She’s legit. Helo Pilot from SOAR. She went guard after her last tour. Last time I checked in she was doing a stint as a helo instructor up at Bragg.”
“We’re what’s left of MJ Services,” I spoke up, hopefully ending this tension. We had other things to worry about than this stand-off. “I’m Captain Blake Miller, 2nd Marine Raider Battalion.”
“A Devil Dog, damn.” He stuck out his hand and walked with purpose toward me. I took his hand and shook it after shouldering my rifle. He put a little extra bite into the shake to try and put me in my place. When I bit back, he winced, but his face broke out into a smile as if I passed some test. “We didn’t know what hell we would find out here.”
“Who else you got in the vehicles?” I asked.
He motioned and doors popped open. I counted five in total, two dressed in civilian clothes, another one in fatigues and two others in the polyester uniforms of the Louisiana State Troopers.
“Why are you looking for us?” Zach asked.
“This one here,” he motioned to Murphey, “Ran into a group coming from the east, said they had run into a group acting like a military unit, and mentioned a female named Hannah that took down more of the infected than the men and was mean as hell.”
“I knew Klink had been working for MJ Services before the shit and y’all had some kind of operational base down here. Figured we would come and see if you were willing to get Uncle Sam back in working order,” Heather Murphey added.
“There’s an operating government?” Zach asked.
“Yes, nothing like before, but there is a body in place in the central part of the country. We’re intermittently receiving orders from Fort Bragg. Our current orders are to establish control in the city and hold tight. We’re scheduled for reinforcements at the end of the month.”
“Not much as far as orders,” I scoffed.
“We were doing that anyway,” he shrugged. “And if they can get reinforcements, we’ll be even better.”
“Where in New Orleans? Heard the FEMA camp the Guard was manning got overrun and is now being held by a gang of bikers.” I played dumb.
“That was the 139th, poor bastards, they were set-up for disasters, not defending against the living.” The Major shook his head in frustration. “We’re outgunned and
“eBay,” Blake said flatly.
“Heard the 199th had hightailed it out of here when the twin-span was overrun,” I spoke up.
“We’re what’s left. I got ten under my command and a few troopers.” He glanced up and clocked Hannah on the porch. “Y’all seem like you got your shit together and not just from internet shopping.”
“Why’d you stop?” I was done with small talk, I wanted to know this guy’s intentions.
“Curiosity and we’re looking for a group in this area, thought you could point us in the right direction.”
“There ain’t nothing out here,” Blake said.
“That’s not what we’ve been hearing.” He made a motion with his hand and someone got out of the second SUV. The person came forward to stand next to Napier dressed in the typical Army digital camouflage uniform, just like the Major, but much slighter. I couldn’t see with the glare of the headlights but I was pretty sure it was a female. She said something inaudible to the Major.
“We were told there was a well-equipped group of survivors out here, most of which were former military, and I’m thinking we found them. Y’all wouldn’t happen to be MJ Services?”
Twenty-Three | Murphey’s Law
BLAKE
“Murphey, is that you?” I looked up at Baby who was leaning over the railing like she had just spotted her long lost cousin.
“Hannah Klink, I knew you’d survive this shit.” Baby shouldered her rifle and made her way down the stairs.
“I did Ranger school with Murphey, we were the only females in that class,” she whispered in the com. “She’s legit. Helo Pilot from SOAR. She went guard after her last tour. Last time I checked in she was doing a stint as a helo instructor up at Bragg.”
“We’re what’s left of MJ Services,” I spoke up, hopefully ending this tension. We had other things to worry about than this stand-off. “I’m Captain Blake Miller, 2nd Marine Raider Battalion.”
“A Devil Dog, damn.” He stuck out his hand and walked with purpose toward me. I took his hand and shook it after shouldering my rifle. He put a little extra bite into the shake to try and put me in my place. When I bit back, he winced, but his face broke out into a smile as if I passed some test. “We didn’t know what hell we would find out here.”
“Who else you got in the vehicles?” I asked.
He motioned and doors popped open. I counted five in total, two dressed in civilian clothes, another one in fatigues and two others in the polyester uniforms of the Louisiana State Troopers.
“Why are you looking for us?” Zach asked.
“This one here,” he motioned to Murphey, “Ran into a group coming from the east, said they had run into a group acting like a military unit, and mentioned a female named Hannah that took down more of the infected than the men and was mean as hell.”
“I knew Klink had been working for MJ Services before the shit and y’all had some kind of operational base down here. Figured we would come and see if you were willing to get Uncle Sam back in working order,” Heather Murphey added.
“There’s an operating government?” Zach asked.
“Yes, nothing like before, but there is a body in place in the central part of the country. We’re intermittently receiving orders from Fort Bragg. Our current orders are to establish control in the city and hold tight. We’re scheduled for reinforcements at the end of the month.”
“Not much as far as orders,” I scoffed.
“We were doing that anyway,” he shrugged. “And if they can get reinforcements, we’ll be even better.”
“Where in New Orleans? Heard the FEMA camp the Guard was manning got overrun and is now being held by a gang of bikers.” I played dumb.
“That was the 139th, poor bastards, they were set-up for disasters, not defending against the living.” The Major shook his head in frustration. “We’re outgunned and
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