zombies, find a store. I need to get my hands on some new clothes.”
“We all do honey,” said Shane pointing his thumb at Dale. “It’s beginning to smell a little funky in this SUV.”
Dale snickered.
“You know it’s true,” said Shane. “Don’t be a hater because I smell like Chanel and you smell like something that crawled out of a zombie’s butt.”
“Excuse me, but your perfume wore off many zombies ago. Don’t even get me started on your stank, bitch.”
“Let’s go,” said Billie, who shook his head and started the engine. Before long we were on the road again, driving through Kentucky.
I sent my dad a text message letting him know that we were a little behind time and that I really missed him.
I miss you too, honey, he’d typed back . If we beat you to Nashville, I’ll text you. Also, if your phones die, just meet us at the Grand Ole Opry. It’s only a few miles past the airport and there are signs all over to lead you there. Stay strong!
Although I was dying to ask about Bryce and Eva, I really didn’t want to know what was happening, so I just typed a quick good-bye to my dad. In less than four hours, I’d know the truth anyway.
Chapter Eighteen
We drove until we reached the city of Richmond where Dale pulled into a large Wal-Mart parking lot after deciding against the local mall, where there were too many zombies to risk getting in.
“This makes more sense anyway,” I said. “I think they even sell firearms.”
We followed Dale through the parking lot while he maneuvered us around most of the zombies. Just when I thought he was going to drive through the front entrance, he drove around to the back of the store where an employee exit door stood ajar.
“I worked at Wal-Mart when I was younger,”said Dale, “always kept the back door open there too .”
“Keep your personal life to yourself,” grumbled Henry. “There’s a young impressionable girl present.”
“Got to love a hypocrite,” mumbled Billie under his breath.
Henry scowled. “What was that?”
Hiding my smile, I went to the back of the truck and grabbed the katana.
“Zombies coming…let’s go in, now!” hollered Dale.
A large group of zombies staggered towards us as we quickly slipped through the door into the warehouse. The door locked automatically once it was shut and we could hear them growling and clawing outside, trying desperately to get to us.
“It’s dark in here,” mumbled Dale.
“That’s why you should always be prepared,” said Henry, pulling out a flashlight. “I made it this far for a reason too, you know.”
We cautiously made our way through the warehouse and into the large store. From there we found just enough light peeking through the windows as the sun began to rise to see where we were going. This was good because it was at that point we encountered our first two zombies in Wal-Mart.
“Got this,” I hollered.
I raised the katana and within seconds I had both of their rotting heads rolling down the aisle.
“Damn girl,” said Shane giving me a high five. “I think you’re my new BFF. No offense, Dale?”
Dale pretended to pout. “None taken, bitch.”
Henry looked bewildered and shook his head. “You people are so confusing.”
“Gun section up ahead,” I said jogging towards the large glass case. I found a couple of rifles and quickly broke through the lock to inspect them.
“This one’s impressive. It’s an M16,” I said and smiled, surprised by their selection. “Oh yeah, this will do very nicely.”
Dale patted me on the back. “You know, I don’t know what we’d have done without your help. Has anyone ever told you that you’re a rock star?.”
I blushed. “No, but thanks.”
“I have to agree, your parents raised you right. You were more prepared for this shit than any of us,” said Billie, putting an arm around my shoulders. “Martial artist, gun slinger, and even a sword master. Damn, I’ve never, ever met a girl your age
“We all do honey,” said Shane pointing his thumb at Dale. “It’s beginning to smell a little funky in this SUV.”
Dale snickered.
“You know it’s true,” said Shane. “Don’t be a hater because I smell like Chanel and you smell like something that crawled out of a zombie’s butt.”
“Excuse me, but your perfume wore off many zombies ago. Don’t even get me started on your stank, bitch.”
“Let’s go,” said Billie, who shook his head and started the engine. Before long we were on the road again, driving through Kentucky.
I sent my dad a text message letting him know that we were a little behind time and that I really missed him.
I miss you too, honey, he’d typed back . If we beat you to Nashville, I’ll text you. Also, if your phones die, just meet us at the Grand Ole Opry. It’s only a few miles past the airport and there are signs all over to lead you there. Stay strong!
Although I was dying to ask about Bryce and Eva, I really didn’t want to know what was happening, so I just typed a quick good-bye to my dad. In less than four hours, I’d know the truth anyway.
Chapter Eighteen
We drove until we reached the city of Richmond where Dale pulled into a large Wal-Mart parking lot after deciding against the local mall, where there were too many zombies to risk getting in.
“This makes more sense anyway,” I said. “I think they even sell firearms.”
We followed Dale through the parking lot while he maneuvered us around most of the zombies. Just when I thought he was going to drive through the front entrance, he drove around to the back of the store where an employee exit door stood ajar.
“I worked at Wal-Mart when I was younger,”said Dale, “always kept the back door open there too .”
“Keep your personal life to yourself,” grumbled Henry. “There’s a young impressionable girl present.”
“Got to love a hypocrite,” mumbled Billie under his breath.
Henry scowled. “What was that?”
Hiding my smile, I went to the back of the truck and grabbed the katana.
“Zombies coming…let’s go in, now!” hollered Dale.
A large group of zombies staggered towards us as we quickly slipped through the door into the warehouse. The door locked automatically once it was shut and we could hear them growling and clawing outside, trying desperately to get to us.
“It’s dark in here,” mumbled Dale.
“That’s why you should always be prepared,” said Henry, pulling out a flashlight. “I made it this far for a reason too, you know.”
We cautiously made our way through the warehouse and into the large store. From there we found just enough light peeking through the windows as the sun began to rise to see where we were going. This was good because it was at that point we encountered our first two zombies in Wal-Mart.
“Got this,” I hollered.
I raised the katana and within seconds I had both of their rotting heads rolling down the aisle.
“Damn girl,” said Shane giving me a high five. “I think you’re my new BFF. No offense, Dale?”
Dale pretended to pout. “None taken, bitch.”
Henry looked bewildered and shook his head. “You people are so confusing.”
“Gun section up ahead,” I said jogging towards the large glass case. I found a couple of rifles and quickly broke through the lock to inspect them.
“This one’s impressive. It’s an M16,” I said and smiled, surprised by their selection. “Oh yeah, this will do very nicely.”
Dale patted me on the back. “You know, I don’t know what we’d have done without your help. Has anyone ever told you that you’re a rock star?.”
I blushed. “No, but thanks.”
“I have to agree, your parents raised you right. You were more prepared for this shit than any of us,” said Billie, putting an arm around my shoulders. “Martial artist, gun slinger, and even a sword master. Damn, I’ve never, ever met a girl your age
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