Free Dead Life (Book 3) by D. Harrison Schleicher Page A

on the steps for five minutes.  I must have done this a thousand times before the sun came up.  I waited another hour and then woke everyone up.
                  Al and I wanted to get Les' plane gassed up and back to his farm so we could get back on the road.  Gina was getting anxious to find out if her dad was okay and she really wanted us to get a move on.  The ride back to the house was an eventful one.  Zombies were making their way down the heavily wooded road towards the cabin.  Les made the mistake of taking the lead in his truck.  The trees lining the gravel road to the cabin were so close to the road that they left no room for me to pass Les' truck.  He was forced to run down at least a dozen zombies on the way back to his house.  When we came out of the woods and into the open field that held Les' house and airfield, I was shocked at the number of zombies that had made their way to the home.
                  We spent the next hour killing the unending line of zombies making their way to the farm.  They  reminded me of snails.  It was if they were following each others slime trail to us.  Al and I talked about it and we decided it probably wasn't our smell they were following.  Instead, they followed each others.  Once one zombie found you, others would soon follow.  It made sense to me but who really knew.  All that mattered was that these fuckers were everywhere.  There was no way Les, Marla, and their kids would be able to stay here.
                  Gina and I took Les back to the plane and helped him gas it up.  The ride back to the plane was a slow one due to the fact that we had to shoot dozens of zombies along the road.  I radioed back to Al letting him know what was going on.  There would be zombies coming at them from the other direction and they'd need to watch for them.  We got to the plane and Les gassed it up while Gina and I watched for zombies.  There were only a few by the plane so we took care of them with our swords.  I had to admit, Gina was pretty good with hers and I was getting better with mine.  She took down three of the zombies with quick head chops then ham stringed the next two and severed their heads as they lay on the ground.  I was more comfortable taking them out while they were still standing.  When you dropped them by taking out their legs, there was always the risk of dulling your sword by hitting the ground with your blade after severing the head.
                  We helped Les turn the plane around to give him a clear runway down the highway.  He got the Cessna airborne and Gina and I got in the Hummer and headed back to the farm.  We didn't encounter any more zombies until we got to the road heading to the farm so the return trip was a quick one.  When we got back, Les and his family were busy loading both planes with whatever possessions they could fit.  They had another farm fifty miles south of here and were going to try staying there for a while.  It was further from populace areas and they hoped for better luck staying there.
                  Once we had both planes loaded, we said our good-byes and they prepared to leave.  Les would fly one plane and Marla would fly the other.  Everyone in the family knew how to fly a plane.  Even the youngest girl knew.  What a life that must be.  They lived in the country, owned two farms, ran a dust cropping business, and flew planes where ever they wanted to go.  Cindy said Marla had told Gina Les had won a few million dollars in the lottery a few years back and they decided to escape the city life.  They bought the two farms, got their pilot's licenses, and started the dust cropping business just to keep busy.  Les hated the city but didn't mind hard work.  The farm was just starting to show a profit when the plague hit.  Life sucks like that.
                  Les invited us to go with them.  We declined, having other places to