Free Zombie Theorem (Book 2): The Siege by James Wallace Page B

more than fifty yards or so.
    “Hey, Boss,” the voice almost scared me to the point of pulling the trigger on my MP5. I did, though, drop to my left knee and brought the MP5 to my shoulder. Brian stood there in my sights with his arms raised. “Whoa, Boss. You don’t need to shoot me.”
    “Oh shit, Brian! You scared me!” I dropped the gun onto its sling and got up from my knee.
    “Looks like you are getting pretty comfortable with that thing. Did you remember a round and to take the safety off?” He was looking down at the gun with his eyebrows raised.
    I reached down and brought the MP5 up to examine. I indeed did have the safety off. I opened the bolt and ejected the round. I closed the bolt, making sure to chamber a round again. I automatically ejected the magazine and replaced the one I ejected.
    “Wow, you did that well. Alright, head the way you are going for another four hundred yards. Apache is right there behind a small copse of bushes waiting for you. Listen to her closely and do exactly what she says. This could be dangerous, and I really want to see you in the morning.”
    “The last thing I want to do is piss that woman off. I think she’d just knee cap me and leave me for the zombies. Rest assured, brother. I’ll see you tomorrow. Angel is in our tent in her bag. Keep her warm and safe.” I gave him a hug and headed off in the direction of the road. Brian stood there and watched me for a bit before turning and trotting away.
     
    Chapter 3
    After about ten minutes of jogging and walking, I made my way to the road and found Apache waiting for me. She put her finger to her lips, motioning me to be quiet and stopped me. She spoke quietly but not whispering, “If you have to speak, this is how we will communicate. Do not whisper, the S sounds can be heard farther then just quietly talking. We are going to move up the road five miles to a little area I have already scouted. From there we will rest and watch the town limits. If we find nothing, we will make our way through the town slowly and methodically. I need you to do what I say when I say it without question or argument. Got it?” I nodded my head yes.
    She turned and took off at a faster jog than I was used to, but I worked hard to keep up. Apache noticed my hard breathing after three miles and slowed to a walk. I slowed down but was having problems catching my breath. Apache turned and made her way behind me. She raised my arms above my head. “Breathe through your mouth. I’ll give you three minutes, then we will run again.”
    I shook my head okay, closed my eyes, and continued to breathe until my lungs felt like they would not burst. “Okay, I’m ready.”
    She turned and took off again, but this time at a slightly slower pace. I was able to keep up with her with no real problems. We followed the road for a little longer, then she left the road to the left and onto a small dirt path between some trees. She held up her hand, and I took it to slow down and follow. She pulled her rifle to her shoulder and started walking slowly, heel to toe, taking small, measured steps. I tried to copy her the best I could. We made it to an area between two buildings. I watched as Apache slung her rifle to her back and then jumped up and grabbed onto a metal pipe sticking out of one of the buildings. She then did a pull up and looked down at me.
    Yeah, that ain’t gonna happen is all I could think. I am carrying an almost fifty-pound pack, plus assorted weapons, a wrenched and bruised back, and a bullet wound in my right bicep. Even if none of this was wrong with me, I know I could never do that. Apache rolled her eyes at me and motioned for me to hurry. I tightened the strap on my shotgun and adjusted the MP5 and its sling. I took a couple of steps back and then ran at the wall and jumped up into the air. I grabbed onto the pipe and hung there, trying to do a pull up. An arm appeared coming down and latching onto my pack and pulled. I came up higher and