Free Learning To Live (Zombie Overload Series) by C. M. Wright

two zombies coming
for her from the front of the vehicle until they were almost to the
car.
    Knowing
she and Vayda wouldn't have a chance in the little car, she grabbed
her dog and jumped out, dropping her cell phone on the floorboard.
She knew she needed it but had no time to pick it up.
    She
ran to the back of a house, a horde of zombies lurching after her.
Going around to the other side of the house, she paused long enough
for a closer zombie to cross the front yard and then shot to her car,
snatching up her phone.
    Gripping
her cell tightly, she ran to the green house and flew up the stairs.
She was already in the master bedroom when she finally got hold of
me. With the door shut on the bedroom and hiding inside the bathroom,
she stayed until we got there.
    "What
about the boy?" I ask her.
    "That
boy?" she asks, nodding her head to the back.
    "Yeah.
We found him in one of the other rooms hiding under a bed, a zombie
doing her damnedest to get to him." I tell her.
    "I
didn't know he was there! I heard the zombie-it scared the hell out
of me-but I had no idea there was any other living person in the
house. That poor little boy! I'm such a horrible person!" She
buries her head in her hand and her shoulders start shaking. I know
how much that has to hurt her, she loves kids-kinda have to if you
want to be a good teacher.
    Will
and I both rush to reassure her that there was nothing she could have
done, not having a weapon and not knowing there was anyone living.
Who would willingly take on of these things if they didn't
have to? And she didn't know she had, too. Finally, she stops
crying but I know the hurt will torment her for a good long while.

Chapter Fourteen
    I
see an old farmhouse set way back from the road and, not seeing any
threats, I turn off the highway and onto the long drive leading to
the house. Will asks what I'm doing and I tell him this might be
safer, being out of the way and all, than trying to stop in a town.
He nods and Bianca wakes Jake, who wakes the boy. We really
need to find out that boy's name.
    I
slowly pull up to the side of the house next to a door. We don't see
anything but, again, that doesn't mean much. We decide Jake and I
will check the house and the rest will wait in the truck, just in
case we need to leave quick.
    Outside,
Jake tosses me a box of ammo for the handgun, telling me that's the
last of it. Startled, I drop the bullet I'm about to load into the
clip and it falls to the ground. Whipping my head in his direction, I
give him a shocked look.
    "Yep.
No more ammo except that box and the one I've got. There's more back
at your sisters, but not much-unless they've had to use it all,
anyway."
    Well, hell!
Just full of all kinds of sunshine aren't we, Jake? I'm not mad at him , just the
situation. Really.
    "I
think when we get back we need to make a trip to Nebraska to the
other armory. Can't wait too long or we may be too late," he
tells me.
    I
nod and look over at Will, who is hanging out the window. Sighing, I
tell Will to wish us luck and we give each other a quick, but deep,
kiss. He tells me to be careful and he loves me-then gives me a look,
which I know is to remind me to be good around Jake.
    I
catch Jake roll his eyes but I ignore him. After an "I love you"
back to Will, I pick up the dropped bullet, load my gun, and follow
Jake to the door of the house. He knocks first, just in case a gun
from inside is pointed and ready to fire. Hopefully, they know
zombies don't knock!
    Hearing
nothing, Jake tries the knob and it turns easily. He slowly eases the
door open, and the damn hinges creak like a typical scary movie-the
lightning and thunder making it even more perfect. Nice!
    I
see a light switch just inside the door and flip it on. Shadows
disappear and objects are clearly not as menacing as they seemed in
the dark. Jake looks back at me and grins.
    "When
do you think electricity will be a thing of the past?" I ask
him.
    "Not
long now, I'm sure. I kinda expected it the first day,