Free Dead Living by Glenn Bullion Page B

glad to see your head is in the right
place.”
    “Well, one of them is. You know I got the
only dick worth climbing on.”
    Everyone laughed.
    Bastards. Every single one of them.
    “Alright guys. And girl.” Garrett winked at
Samantha. “I think most of you have been through this at least one
time. But I'll repeat the same shit for the learning impaired. The
suburbs around us have pretty much been picked clean. It's just too
many walkers to go through for such a little amount of crap. So
we're gonna hit the city, like we did last time.”
    Johnson, a rookie with less runs than
Samantha, waved his hand. “Hey, Garrett. The city? You mean like
old Baltimore, with a few million walkers? Isn't that, like, dog
shit insane?”
    “It's not fun, I know. But
don't be a pussy. The way it works is we find a street that's not
too long. Now we got eight people here. We have to work faster than
hell. Two people will always be driving, keeping the trucks moving.
The other six will work in two teams of three. You loot the houses,
grab any damn thing you can find. I mean anything. Forks, knives,
little scented candles, pillows, blankets, hammers and nails,
whatever. Bag it up, and toss them in the trucks. Do not hit the second
floors, just takes too much time. Now I know all this sounds
dangerous, and it is. But the walkers move slow as shit. One
street, maybe two, and that's all we have to do. The houses are all
old town homes, connected together. So we can make it fast. We
ready to move out?”
    *****
    Ten minutes later, Samantha sat near the back
of the open moving truck. Garrett drove one while Ray drove the
other. They were in front of Ray, who took the time to blow
Samantha a kiss. She gave him a middle finger.
    She was assigned to scavenge with Murphy and
Anderson, two men she didn't like. They were near the front of the
truck, gossiping about something. Samantha laughed to herself.
    They're either talking about how stupid I
look or how gorgeous I am.
    The heat was starting to get to her. Her
knife sheaths were uncomfortable against her skin. She wanted to
get done, and get back to her new lounge. They took the side roads
out of Lexington until they hit the old Interstate 295. Even in a
relatively small suburb like Lexington there were plenty of corpses
scattered around. Samantha watched them wander about from the back
of the truck. Some of them made a move toward the back as they
passed by, but they were moving too fast. They were safe.
    It would only be when they came to a dead
stop in the middle of a city street that they would be in
danger.
    Samantha took a deep breath, trying to keep
calm. Anderson and Murphy still whispered to each other. She shot
them both a look. They just flashed goofy smiles.
    “Alright, so what do you guys think? Maybe
two minutes per house, then hit the next one?” she asked.
    “Uh, yeah, sure. Whatever.”
    Interstate 295 was a long, old graveyard,
full of cars and corpses. Garrett and Ray had to slow down and
maneuver around old cars and trucks, and some of the packs of
corpses got close. Samantha took careful aim with her Beretta as a
few corpses tried to climb in the back. She killed five walkers
while Anderson and Murphy watched.
    “Hey Garrett!” she yelled. “You want to get
moving up there?”
    “It's not easy driving around all this
bullshit,” he shouted as they passed an old Jeep Wrangler. “So keep
your mouth shut back there and just be eye candy for my boys.”
    “Asshole.”
    Interstate 295 finally opened up into the
city near the old baseball stadium. Walkers were everywhere.
Samantha didn't think they'd be able to scavenge more than one
street.
    It took ten minutes of driving to find what
they were looking for. A short street with no broken down cars in
the middle, town homes on both sides. Garrett and Ray made two
passes down the street, running down every corpse they could. They
did a good job of clearing most of them out. They circled around
one more time and slowed down.