Free The Undead World (Book 1): The Apocalypse by Peter Meredith Page B

driving the last humvee in the line was downright scary.
    Her fear even drove out the pain in her heart over Brittney.
    They followed her all the way to her home and as she fumbled with her locks they came up smiling pleasantly with a lecherous leer just beneath.
    “ Hey why don't you just relax in your jeep-thing,” Sarah said, cringing at her door. “I'll...I can bring the food to you. Or I can leave it on the step. I think I should do that, don't you?”
    The soldier 's cold response sent a spike through her chest, “Sounds like we have a resistor. That's too bad.”
    “ You don't,” Sarah said desperately, partially turning to the pair. One was black, he was canted away from the door, blocking the sight of her with his wide frame. The other was white and ginger-headed; he stood very, very close. The name Singer was stitched across his jacket pocket. “I'm not a resistor. I promise.”
    “ We'll see.”
    His blue eyes were inches from hers and in her fear she choked on the air in her lungs. “Ok...ok,” she opened the door and let them pass but the man edged right up on her and she was pushed inside. She hid partially behind the door and pointed. “The kitchen is right through there. That's where all the food is.”
    Singer stepped in and then the black soldier, Quinn, walked through and shut the door easily, despite that she still had a hold of the doorknob. He smiled at her futile attempt against his overwhelming strength.
    “Now you don't have to be like that,” he said, putting his hand lightly on her shoulder. “This could be a good time if you let it, or it can be very bad time if you go and scream or do anything else stupid.”
    Sarah quailed beneath his touch and she slid across the wall away from him, knocking pictures down that had hung there undisturbed for years. “No, please. I have gold...rings and necklaces. And a diamond ring. It's a full carat.”
    “ What is that stuff anymore?” Singer asked. “Money, gold, it's all worthless now. But there are still some things in life that I'll always want.” He raised a little smile and looked her up and down, and all she could do was clutch herself.
    “ And that sweet thing you have is valuable to you too,” Quinn added. “You can get something out of this. We can mark this house as empty; your food won't be touched. Or...”
    Singer took over where Quinn left off, “...Or we take a little more than you'd want us to and come back in a few weeks and let you blow us for a ham sandwich.”
    “ You can't...”
    “ Who's going to stop us?” Singer asked and again he moved so close that she could smell the stale sweat burning up from beneath his uniform. “All I saw out there were some shopkeepers. Ain't no fighters out there.”
    Her head went back and forth and her mouth came open to say something that would stop this, however, when Singer reached out and undid her top button she was silent. The soldiers were too strong and too well armed and she could imagine herself later if she screamed and made a ruckus , she'd be standing over the fresh grave of her father or her neighbor, Charles Wiley, or maybe a dozen such graves and she'd be saying: If only I had let them, they'd still be alive...
    He undid the next button and asked her, “You gonna make this good?”
    Unbelievably her head nodded , though her bottom lip quivered in fear.
    Just then her front door opened and the colonel she had seen earlier walked in. His hand still rested on the butt of his gun, only now he had more of a grip to it. “How's the commandeering coming along?”
    Singer gave Sarah a very pointed look and said, “We were just getting all civil with the civilian, Sir. Didn't want her to think we was stealing or something.”
    “ I think public relations is more a job for an officer. Why don't you two go see about the neighbor across the way?” Though the words were softly spoke, there was a hardness to the colonel's brown eyes. The two left in a quiet anger and the