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

Harvey was standing next to Jennifer, with a black pistol pointed at her.
    “Have you been bitten?” he shouted at her. “Answer me now!”
    Jennifer was waving the large knife from the meat department at him.
    “Get away from me!” Jennifer yelled back at him. “I’m not infected!”
    I pulled out my revolver and quickly pointed it at the officer.
    “Put your gun down now!” I screamed. “None of us are infected.”
    He then pointed his gun at me. Pure adrenaline filled my blood stream as I fought back the urge to pull the trigger.
    “None of us have been bitten,” I repeated.
    “Put that gun down or I’m going to blow your head off,” the officer ordered.
    “How do I know you won’t blow my head off anyway? You think we’re infected.” I said.
    “You’re right. I might just shoot you anyway. I’ve shot enough people already today. Two mor e won’t make much of a difference,” he said.
    I glanced at Jennifer as she stood with her eyes wide open.
    “Look, I promise that I’m not infected and she isn’t either.” I said. “I’m putting the gun down.”
    I slowly lowered the revolver and put it on the ground. He lowered his pistol.
    “I’m on orders to kill anyone who shows any sign of infection,” he said. “Anyone who is infected is already as good as dead.”
    “Four of us are holed up in the grocery store over there. We’re planning to try and make it to the rescue station at the library. Do you know if it is still in operation?” I asked.
    “You really don’t want to go into town,” he said. “There are still monsters everywhere.”
    “My mother might be in that library,” I said. “If she could be there I have to go.”
    The officer sat down on a bench in front of the store for a moment.
    “They took a busload of people from the library to the relocation center outside of Dublin this morning,” he said. “I heard everyone else is going to be evacuated tonight.”
    “Were you in the library?” I asked.
    “Briefly,” he said.
    “My mother is the assistant librarian there. She’s a short woman with dirty blonde hair, about fifty five years old, and should have had on a library uniform. Do you remember seeing her?” I asked.
    He looked down the road at a group of freaks approaching us. They would be upon us in a few minutes.
    “I think so,” he said. “But I would advise you to stay where you’re at. This area of town is safer.”
    He stood up and walked over to his police car.
    “Sorry for pointing a gun at y’all,” he said. “My nerves are shot today.”
    He then opened the door to his police car, got in, and drove towards the small group of freaks walking towards us. Upon stopping his car he rolled down his window, fired four shots, and killed the frea ks. He then accelerated away.
    We had to act fast. The gunshots would draw attention.
    “Get in the van and crank it up,” I told Jennifer. “Then head towards the back of the store.”
    The van started up with a single turn of the key. We crossed the road and d rove to the back of the store.
    “Get ready to drive the van into the stockroom,” I told Jennifer. “I’m going to run inside and open the bay door.”
    I hopped out of the van and ran around the corner to the emergency entrance. Ms. Suzy was still standing there holding the door open.
    “I wondered when you would show up,” she said, looking very relieved.
    I ran inside and started pulling the chain that would raise the docking bay door. Quickly, the door began to move upwards revealing the van outside. I waved for Jennifer to drive it inside when I saw two freaks emerging from the woods behind the store. As soon the van was inside I began to close the bay door.
    With only moments to spare, I managed to shut the bay door before the two freaks could reach us. Jennifer got out of the van and handed me the keys.
    “Next time you’re driving,” she said.
    I informed Ms. Suzy and Katie of what the officer had told us. They were eager to get ready