Free Don't Dare Call Them Zombies : Books 1-4 by Zachary Stone

van and was attempting to get gasoline.
    Freaks were approaching her from all directions. We watched as the short haired woman in blue pants avoided them by running inside of the station. Apparently, she hadn’t been able to pump any gas. I looked at her through my cheap toy bin oculars and saw how she was now behind the cash register. I guessed she was trying to find a way to activate the gas pump.
    “Can we do anything to help her?” Ms. Suzy asked.
    “We don’t need to go out there,” I said. “But we could try to attract some of the freaks over here.”
    Only a couple minutes later we had climbed down to the ledge over the front entrance of the store. The makeshift weapons the women had used the day before were still there. As I grabbed onto a length of pipe, I could hear Jennifer call out to the freaks.
    “ We’re over here you undead bastards,” she shouted loudly. “Are you going to eat us or what?”
    A few of the freaks heard us and started approaching. In the first rays of the morning light, I began to prepare myself to extend the pipe d ownward, and start cracking skulls.
    “Come get us!” Katie called out as more freaks approached.
    The copper pipe was somewhat heavy. I made sure to keep a good grip as I powered it downward. Aiming to hit the heads of the freaks below was not easy. It took multiple attempts to strike the head of a freak with a hideously burned face. The first knock on the poor man’s head only knocked him down. A moment later, he stood back up.
    With my next lunge of the pipe I managed to kill the burnt freak. Obviously, I nee ded more practice, because the women beside me were making more progress than myself. Ms. Suzy’s improvised spear seemed to be especially effective. The ice pick at its end seemed to be very good at penetrating skulls.
    Katie had tied a length of cord to a cinder block. She was dropping it on the heads of the freaks below. Her aimed seem to be consistently good. After she dropped the block it would typically impact one of the freaks -- knocking it to the ground. She’d then proceed to pull the bloody block most of the way back up, take aim, and drop it again. Just in case the block hit the ground and cracked, she had some spares beside her.
    Jennifer was doing her best to attract more freaks. Although she had a weapon in her hand, her task was to keep yelling and shouting at the undead corpses that had surrounded the gas station.
    Within thirty minutes we had killed twenty two freaks. Their dead bodies were piling up in front of the sto re.
     
    In a flash I had a thought. My firearm was still in my pocket. I pulled out the revolver and looked at the women beside me.
    “Should I fire it?” I asked. “It will hopefully attract the rest of them.”
    “Go for it,” Jennifer said.
    “Cover your ears everyone,” I said.
    I put a pair of foam ear plugs into my ears that I had obtained from the health and beauty aids department. I looked at the women beside me, saw Jennifer give me a thumbs up, and I fired the revolver.
    The sound of the bl ast echoed across the landscape.
    Only a split second later, every freak that hadn’t already been heading towards the grocery store was turning in our direction.
    We began to work tirelessly to kill every freak that we had attracted. The only problem was that the gunshot had obtained the attention of more freaks than we had expected. An hour later we had killed forty more freaks.
    “Where are they all coming from?” Ms. Suzy asked with her sweaty, red hair in her face.
    “Everywhere.” I responded. “They’re even coming from down the road.”
    “I wonder how far away the sound of the shot traveled,” Jennifer asked.
    “I would guess a mile at least,” I responded, while trying to catch my breath.
    It took another hour to kill the last of the freaks. After climbing back on the roof of the store we looked across the road. No zombies were currently surrounding the gas station, but there was also no sign of the