Free Generation Dead Book 2: What You Fear by Joseph Talluto Page B

your throat.”  Julia shifted he r stance so her hands were closer to her body.  All it would take was a small thrust and several inches of sharpened steel would end all resistance.
    Slowly, the hands went to the neck and pulled the balaclava and sunglasses off.  Bright blue eyes stared at Julia as shoulder-length and nearly white hair tumbled out.  I was surprised as hell to see I had been chasing a girl.  At the same time, I felt a little guilty for punching her.
    I got over it quickly enough.  The girl got to her feet and spat at the two of us, much to Jake’s amusement.
    “Fucking heroes, huh?  You’re wasting your time.  You’re all going to die.  This is just the beginning.  You can’t stop us all.” Her words contrasted sharply with her elegant features.  She had high cheekbones, which framed a pert nose, ending with a full-lipped mouth that I could see men fighting over.  Julia caught me looking and gave me a stare that promised uncomfortable silence in her vicinity very soon.
    Jake was staring, too, although I had a feeling he was wondering if the one he shot had been a girl, too.  I gave him a chance to find out.
    “Why don’t you go check the other one for syringes or whatever it was they were using to infect people last night.  Be careful,” I said.
    “Got it.”  Jake jumped in the truck and sped off, doubtless wanting to get to the body before someone else did, and started the whole outbreak again.
    Julia smirked at the woman’s predictions, but then she turned serious.  “Take your vest off.  My blade is still contaminated from finishing off the zombies you made. Don’t make me scratch you.”
    That earned Julia a sneer, although I noticed the woman kept her eye on the spear as she worked to get her vest off.  Once it was removed, she casually flipped it to Julia.  That move was a diversion as she jumped forward, striking out with her foot and landing a blow on Julia’s hip, knocking her back and causing her to lose her grip on her spear.
    I whipped up my gun. “Hey! You looking to get killed?”
    The prisoner laughed as Julia sprang to her feet. “Who might get hurt, pretty little bitch?” The woman taunted.  “Too bad your boyfriend has a gun or I’d teach you what it means to get hurt, right before I kill you.”  Her beautiful features were turning very ugly as she said this.
    Inwardly, I groaned.  I knew Julia enough that she was not about to let this challenge pass, even though it was the smarter thing to do.  Julia brushed the grass from her rear and pulled out her gun and knife.  She held them out to me while never taking her eyes off her adversary.
    “This may be a bad idea ,” I whispered, taking the weapons.
    Through gritted teeth Julia hissed. “She deserves worse.”
    “That’s my point,” I said. “Don’t kill her.  We need what she knows.” I backed away, keeping my gun pointed in the general direction of the woman in black, but away from Julia.
    Our prisoner shook her pretty, evil head. “Think I’m a fool like you, stupid girl?  Big boy shoots me if I win or run.  No deal, although the chance to tear your pretty little face to shreds is so tempting.”  She crossed her arms and smiled, striking a taunting pose. 
     

     
    Chapter 19
     
     
    Julia didn’t say a word; she just walked up to the other woman and slammed a fist into her face.  The prisoner’s head snapped back and she fell backwards to the sidewalk.  She lay there for a moment while blood streamed out of her nose.  If she had been expecting Julia to bluster or talk, she found out the hard way.
    Julia stepped back and shook her hand a little, waiting for the other woman to regain her feet.  The white-haired girl scrambled to her feet, blood streaming from her nose.  The blood had gone down the sides of her face, giving her the appearance of a deranged clown as she bared her teeth.
    “I’ll kill you for that, bitch.”  She spat blood and raised her hands, shifting