Free Six Feet From Hell: Unity: 6FFH Book #5 by Joseph Coley

the errant weeds stuck to him. “God I miss Alabama. We didn’t have any of these assholes there. The worst I had to worry about before zombies and inbred cousin-fuckers was Auburn fans.”
    Jamie chuckled. Footfalls behind him drew his attention away from Curtis’ joking. He swiftly turned to see Boyd jogging up behind him. Jamie waved off the pursuit of the eager, young wall guard and proceeded to make his way back over to the Barrett.
    “Ya’ll all right? I heard a shit-ton of shooting but we couldn’t see anything from the wall.”
    “Yeah, Boyd, we’re fine, but we could use some help since you’re here,” Curtis answered, motioning for Boyd to give him a hand. “Some woman was being chased by some Grizzly Adams-looking dudes. Jamie got one of ‘em, but the other got away.” Curtis held out his arm, pointing to the woman in the grass. “Anyway, we need to get her back to town and figure out what’s wrong with her. She looks like she hasn’t eaten in days – weeks, maybe.”
    Boyd’s normal easygoing demeanor changed quickly at the mention of the rabid hillbillies. “The fuckin’ Mountain Men. Those assholes have gave us problems before, but we never could catch or kill any of ‘em. They might look dumber’n a bag of hammers, but they are some sneaky motherfuckers. They’ve killed some of our people before.” Boyd grabbed under the woman’s arms as Curtis helped with picking up her legs. Curtis ducked down as Boyd positioned her on Curtis’ shoulders in a fireman’s carry. “Let’s go find Larry, and we better do it quick.”
    Jamie started walking back towards the wall with the Barrett thrown across his shoulder. “And why’s that? She’s not going anywhere anytime soon.”
    Boyd turned back towards Jamie with a grim expression on his face. “Because I think she’s pregnant.”

CHAPTER 7
     
    April 18, 2022 – 0835 hours
     
    Jebediah Blevins peered over his shoulder as he ran. As if it wasn’t bad enough the little bitch had escaped, now he had to explain to the others – especially Father Rife – how she had managed to do so. He never expected her to live past the fifteen miles of backcountry between Bishop and Tazewell, let alone the last mile or so. Once he and Willie Stiltner had her in their sights, he figured the stupid whore would break down and give up the chase. He would be able to explain the momentary disappearance a hell of a lot easier than the now permanent loss of both the woman – Rachel – and Willie.
    Willie was Father Rife’s cousin or some shit and it didn’t sit well that Willie hadn’t sided with Father Rife and the Snake Handlers at first, choosing to forge off with a few other survivors in the backwoods. They lived off the land, hunting and fishing to survive. They eked out a meager existence, but they were happy nonetheless. It wasn’t until the Snake Handlers had made an offer that he couldn’t refuse that Willie and Jebediah had left the mountains. Food had slowly become scarce, damning them to search further for sustenance. It was when they crossed paths with the citizens of Tazewell that they began to have problems. Jebediah, Willie, and his few people were forced to retreat to their area nearly fifteen miles away after a shootout and several skirmishes with the Tazewell residents. Father Rife became aware of the problems of Jebediah and his people and had offered a simple truce: help kill off the Tazewell residents and he would take care of them. Jebediah was cautious about teaming up with the religious zealots, but he had no other choice. It wasn’t fair that Tazewell had all the firepower and food they could handle, and, as far as he was concerned, it was time for a redistribution of wealth. They had lived far too well for far too long.
    As Jebediah looked back, Willie Stiltner’s body lay in a heap in the middle of the road, a sizeable portion of his upper body blown away, as well as his head. His sacrifice would not be in vain, however.