Free Dying Days 5 by Armand Rosamilia

was going anywhere with him.
    "She isn't property and she isn't leaving this building with you," the guy said.
    "Do you know who I am?" Jeff asked and his fingers pulled out his gun an inch.
    "Oh, I know damn well who you are." The gun started the chainsaw. "I also know you don't want to lose a few fingers or maybe an arm over her, right? I suggest you go back to the hole you climbed out of, Jeff. Go bother someone else."
    Jeff looked like he was about to pull his weapon but the guy raised the chainsaw. Taylor hefted the hammer and stood next to her defender.
    "Fine. Whatever." Jeff took his hand off his gun. He stared at Taylor. "This isn't over by a long shot, though, you little bitch. You owe me something and you know I'm going to collect on it sooner than later. I'll see both you dead people around."
    Jeff walked out.
    Taylor went to the door and watched the jerk leave, but knew this was far from over.
    "Are you alright?" the guy asked her.
    She turned and smiled. He was older and very cute. "You can turn the chainsaw off now," she said.
    He blushed and turned it off, setting it down on the workbench when it stopped.
    "I'm Taylor. Thank you for saving my life."
    "I didn't..."
    "Yes, you did. I think he's going to end up killing me at some point," Taylor said. "He has no soul."
    "I can't let that happen. To you or anyone. I've only been in the compound a few weeks but already I see what a problem he is. I don't know anyone who likes him but for some reason The Lich Lord lets him keep his power."
    "It makes no sense to me, either. I'm afraid to say anything to The Lich Lord when he's around, though. I really just want to ask him what he's thinking by keeping Jeff in charge. Vee does such a great job. Ever since Azrael left, it's been harder and harder to get away from Jeff," Taylor said.
    "Azrael? You mean like the Smurfs cat?"
    Taylor laughed. "As in the Angel of Death. Russ was a great guy. He's the reason I left for a couple of days and found all the people I help. He gave me purpose without realizing it."
    "Where is he now?"
    Taylor looked away. "Jeff said he killed him. Shot him in the head."
    "I'm sorry to hear that."
    Taylor shrugged. "I'm sure you've seen as many deaths and lost as many people as I have."
    He nodded and put out his hand. "Yeah. It was a long journey from Illinois to this spot. I lost way too many important people during my travels. My name is Scotty, by the way."
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Eleven
     
    He didn't see the ambush until it was too late. Just as Heath and John got to the latest roadblock, they came out of the woods and the train tracks on their right and from the houses on the left.
    A swarm of zombies led by obviously intelligent ones who held back and watched the coming battle.
    Lincoln knew they had no time to mount up on their bikes and vehicles and escape, but they needed to keep from being surrounded. "To me. We fight forward," he yelled. If they could break through the blockade, they'd have enough room to drive away, but it was going to be close. They'd have some casualties today.
    They formed into a rough circle but, if they mounted their bikes or got into their vehicles, they'd be overrun before they got far. Lincoln shot the zombies ahead of them before they could close the gap and cut off the main group from Heath and John.
    There were too many zombies.
    Lincoln turned to his right when he heard a scream and had to turn away when one of the group members was pulled down and bitten.
    "Run away," someone was shouting. "We're lost. Scatter or we'll all die."
    Lincoln turned to see who was yelling: one of the smart zombies standing off to the side, grinning as he yelled and created even more chaos.
    "To me," Lincoln yelled, but there weren't many of the living left to rally. He shot a zombie coming at him and aimed at the smart