Free The ZWD Trilogy (Book 1): Zombie World Dominance [The Destruction Begins] by L.D. King

her
parent’s shop to work on some of their old, worn-out equipment that was past
its prime.
    Amadore
was a small man, only 1.93 Mexican vara (about 5 feet 4 inches) tall. This was
where Amadore learned how to work with his hands. Amadore’s father made him
crawl behind the machinery to work on it. With his small size, they didn’t have
to move the machines to work on them. After a summer of dating, Rosalinda
married Amadore; following their wedding, he used some of the money he had
saved while working for his father to buy a booth on the dock as a place where his
wife could work.
    With his
skill of being able to quickly determine what was wrong with a piece of
equipment, Amadore was able to get a job working on a cruise ship that was in
port, working on a refrigeration unit. He repaired it in far less time than the
ship’s maintenance chief had expected. The ship’s maintenance chief paid him half
of what it would have cost in a larger port, yet Amadore considered what he had
received a huge sum. From then on, Amadore was requested regularly by many
cruise ships that had work to be done. No job was too small for him, or too large.
    Amadore
was happy that he found a way to work with his hands. As a man, he could not
work with the tourists. “Too demanding,” he would say. “It is not a man’s job
to sell to the American sheep,” he would say. He found work as a dockside
worker, servicing the ships when they docked. The work was hard, dirty and
dangerous, but it paid very well, and in cash.
    His
size enabled him to get into places on a ship where a full-sized man could not.
This made him a lot of money. It was also his downfall. All these ships were
made in other countries that had more relaxed rules and laws governing what a
ship builder could and could not use in the construction of their ships. Some
of these materials were carcinogenic. It was the repeated exposure to these
various carcinogens that brought about a deadly and aggressive form of lung
cancer. He died because of his work on the ships, but before he died, he graced
his wife with three wonderful girls.
    They
were bringing out last of the food they had prepared for their booth, which
mostly sold food: tacos, burritos and churros. They had cooked early in the
morning. All they would have to do was reheat it when they got to the pier.
They would need to stop and buy a few blocks of ice to make into raspados, or shaved ice sno-cones, made with flavored syrup and with candies on top. Gumercindo
stepped out of his pickup to talk to Rosamelia.
    “Good
morning,” he said. “Everything ready to go?”
    “Yes,
all we have to do is hook up the trailer,” Rosamelia answered. “How is your
family?”
    “We
are all well. Did you hear the screams early this morning before the sun rose?
They were horrible. They seemed to stop at about the time the sun came up.”
    “Yes, two
of my girls mentioned the screams. I heard them as well. We haven’t heard any
more since the sun came up. So far everything seems okay, so we are going to
the pier to set up. Are you ready to go?”
    “Yes,
we are ready,” said Gumercindo. “It was hard to listen to the screams, not
knowing where they were coming from or if we could help.”
    “Are
you sure that everything’s all right?” said Rosamelia. “We are all a little scared.
We closed our windows so we would not have to listen to the screams. They would
start then stop, and start again, all night long, and even after we got up to
start cooking. It sounded like they were some distance away, so we kept working.
    “Gumercindo,
I told a friend of mine that I would ask if you could give them a ride to the docks
today. Is that all right? If not, I can call and tell them they will need to
find another ride.”
    “No, it’s
fine. Who are we picking up? How much do they have to take to the pier?”
    “I
think you know them,” said Rosamelia. “They are Miguel Huerta, his wife Yvonne and
their daughter Rena. They only live one