Free Turned: A Spine-Chilling Young Adult Apocalyptic Fiction (The Undead Series, Book 1) by Kaylee Rae

me in, so I’m going to get her in too.”
    I could feel Em’s disappointment when she realized her and Frank probably couldn’t be saved. A few seconds later, Frank walked in from the kitchen carrying a serving tray with two plates of Fettuccini Alfredo, forks, and four glasses of wine along with a bottle of chardonnay.
    “What did I miss?” he asked. “Glass of wine?” he added. The three nodded their heads.
    "This young man was just telling me about Canada,” Em said while pouring us each a glass of wine. “Apparently Canada secured their borders before the outbreak reached them. He said they were letting survivors in, but they’ve exceeded their limit. He has a friend there who will let them in. But apparently, they’re close to finding a cure.”
    Frank sipped his wine cautiously, as if the story they were telling meant that at any moment a million dollars was going to fall out from the sky. He looked up at the pair like they might be slightly psychotic.
    “Not sure I believe that,” he muttered, digging into his pasta.
    “I had a very reliable source tell me this,” answered Jasper firmly. “A military member that I once worked with back in the day told me everything.”
    “So you’re going there?” questioned Frank. “You’re just going to go there and hope for the best, while you increase your probability that your little lady is going to get eaten alive? Canada is a long ways away. What do you reckon your chances are of getting her there?”
    “Better than our chances for survival if we stay here,” Jasper quipped. “It’s either we try or we get stuck in this barren flesh-eating zombie wasteland waiting for a cure that probably won’t find us in time.” Jasper tossed his fork on the plate and leaned back with his hands behind his head.
    “Let me guess,” Frank responded matter-of-factly and peered at Jasper. “You were going to take my truck?”
    “We were,” I interrupted. “But we’ll find something else, don’t worry.”
    “Frank…” Em spoke up, turning to her husband.
    “No Em, don’t even ask me. We need the vehicles.” I hadn’t heard Frank speak firmly to his wife yet, but he certainly did this time. She turned back around and looked at us, then down at her plate again. I glanced over at Jasper, and could see the anger begin to flood his face. He didn’t do anything about it though, because Frank still had his gun right beside him on the table.
    “If you don’t mind,” said Jasper after two drawn-out minutes of silence. “It’s getting later, and we have a long way ahead of us tomorrow.”
    “Oh dear, certainly,” Em said jumping out of her chair. “Let’s get you two to your rooms to relax. Frank, I’ll be down in a few minutes I’m going to show these two beauties to their rooms.” Frank nodded and began eating again.
    We followed Em’s cowboy boots up the spiral staircase to one of the guest bedrooms. This room had yellow walls more of a cozy, charming country feel to it. There was a large king bed with bed posts that rose up to the ceiling with a white down comforter on it. White lace curtains adorned a large window on the left side of the room that gave me yet another view of the farm and the countryside.
    “Let me get you some comfortable clothes to wear,” said Em. “I’ll wash the clothes you have on overnight, and they’ll be ready for you in the morning.” We nodded to her.
    “By the way,” she added, “Don’t mind my husband – the marines gave him a tough exterior. He is always wary of new people, especially in this world we’re living in.”
    “I totally understand, Em. Thanks so much for letting us stay tonight,” I said, giving her a warm hug. “You’re a wonderful person.”
    “Oh my, it’s zero trouble. I’ll be right back!” she assured us as her words traveled down the hall. We both laid down on the two chaise lounges that sat beside the bed, waiting for Em to bring back the clothes. Once she did, we changed and