Free Dying Days 4 by Armand Rosamilia Page A

close. But don't worry. Tonight you'll meet the real boss," Jeff said. "If I were you, I'd try to stay out of his range. He might be getting hungry right about now."
    Doug frowned. "Are you saying…"
    Jeff nodded his head. "The guy who runs this joint and keeps us safe from the zombies out there is a fucking zombie himself. You'll meet him tonight because he's going to be giving some big speech. We call him the Lich Lord. You should, too, if you know what's good for you. Come on. I'll find you a spot to rest for a few hours, but then you're going to pitch in if you plan on staying and actually eating with us."
    Doug and Cowboy followed Jeff, aware several men were following them.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Eleven
     
     
    Keep walking, nothing to see here, not your problem , Tosha thought but refused to do as she should be doing. She had no real weapon, she'd been running for hours, and it was going to be dark within the hour. She should be trying to find a hiding spot.
    Instead, she cursed herself and ran down the dune at the scene before her: three people were surrounded by zombies and they didn't seem to have anything to keep them at bay.
    "Hey, fuckers, over here," Tosha yelled as she came closer. A couple of the zombies turned their attention to her, but there were at least a dozen. She looked around but there wasn't anything to use to fight with. She closed her fists and prayed for the strength to do some damage. "Yeah, I'm talking to you, bastards. Come and get me before I get pissed."
    Half of the zombies were coming at her now, and she easily sidestepped the first one and kicked it in the back of the leg, hearing a nice snap of bone as she did. She did a spin around the next one as dirty nails tried to claw at her, and she kicked the zombie in the ass but it didn't go down.
    She moved closer to the three people and saw, with dismay, they weren't what she was expecting: a crippled old man, a pregnant woman and some guy who looked exhausted. And the woman looked vaguely familiar.
    "Head for the houses," Tosha yelled. "I'll cover your retreat."
    The three weren't moving very quickly. The old man could barely shuffle on the sand, let alone defend himself. The preggo was about to pop and trying not to waddle over and kick on her back like a turtle. The image made Tosha laugh.
    Tosha ran to them, pushing zombies over as she ran. "Hurry up. There's a break but we need to move quickly."
    "There's nothing quick about me, Red," the old man said. Tosha scooped him up and hoped she didn't break his fragile bones. Luckily it felt like he weighed about thirty pounds. He smiled and hugged Tosha, wrapping his hands around her shoulders. "A man could get used to this, honey."
    Tosha had to laugh. She glanced back to see the man helping the pregnant woman between pushing away zombies. They were going to fall behind, but there was nothing in front of Tosha right now. If she could get to the houses and drop off the old man, she could go back for the couple.
    A zombie appeared in the doorway of the house and grinned.
    Shit, he's a smart one, Tosha thought. "I'm going to have to put you down, old man."
    "Like a dog?"
    "Funny." Tosha placed him on his feet and steadied him. She thought he was going to blow away with a stiff breeze. He wasn't going to last long.
    "I could use some help," Tosha yelled over her shoulder. "We have one smiling at us."
    The zombie in the doorway opened his arms. "Coming for a visit? I'll make pancakes. Anyone like blueberries on their breakfast?"
    Tosha had no choice but to run at the zombie, knowing how stupid she was but really having no choice. With the zombies on the beach boxing them in and the group she'd gotten tangled with unable to move quickly, the only option was getting rid of this zombie.
    He put his hands up in a fighting stance and seemed quite happy as she approached. "Let's go three rounds. The winner takes the championship belt. Think you can handle it?"
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