Free The Dead Don't Bleed: Part 2, The Aftermath by S. Ganley Page A

means for getting across the street." Calvin replied.
    Miranda said nothing, but Garrett was sure he noted the slightest upturn of her lips as she beamed with pride inside for once again proving her worth on this little trip.
    "Alright then, let’s get going. Our friend is just getting inside the shed now, I don't think we have much time." Garrett said as he dropped to a crouch and circled wide around the driveway following it to a point where the lawn between the two driveways dipped down enough that running at a severe crouch would keep them just out of sight of the street. The last twenty feet of grass between the driveways was going to be the tricky part. The lawn rose back up at that point almost level with the front of the lawn on the opposite side of the driveway and all the way to the edge of the ditch on their side of the road. Dropping flat onto his belly Garrett motioned for Calvin and Miranda to follow his lead as he wormed his way across that final stretch of grass keeping his body as flush to the dirt and grass as possible.
    "I like it girl, but you need to keep that little ass down on the ground." Calvin hissed from behind him. Garrett glanced back over his shoulder and caught a red faced Miranda working to pull her slightly raised backside down flatter to the ground. The way she had been moving along with it raised in the air would have looked like a small animal moving through the grass if any of the zombies across the street happened to cast a glance in that direction. Neither of them had any idea how those things would react in the presence of wild life so Garrett had to agree with Calvin's encouragement for her to keep pressed lower to the ground. Although he wished the man would sometimes consider at least the most primitive level of tact when making such observations. He also realized that he felt a slight pang of what he could only describe as jealously at the thought of his friend staring intently at that tight little well-formed butt wiggling along only a foot or two from his face. He shook the thought from his head and chided himself for even allowing such a brief indulgence, it was certainly not the time for letting his own mind wander with such juvenile thoughts.
    S liding into the mouth of the drain, Garrett had to pull his shoulders in as tight to his stomach as possible and even then he just barely fit. Luckily the interior was made up of corrugated metal so that he could use the divots in the floor to tuck his toes into and propel his body forward several inches at a time. He thought that if it had been solid concrete construction there would have been no way for him to get any leverage to use his legs to force himself ahead and he would have been stuck within the first four or five feet. Once he got a good rhythm going he was able to make short work of the tunnel and in a few moments his head popped out of the far side and he dropped down into a puddle of stagnant rain water about three inches deep. Miranda was coming along right behind him and had not had the same limitations inside the metal tube as he had. Like a limber monkey she shot out of the drain and managed to climb off to the side and avoid the muddy puddle that Garrett had landed face down in. As Garrett was pulling his soaking and mud covered body clear of the ditch, Calvin followed shortly behind Miranda and landed with a splash in almost the exact same muddy spot that Garrett had just left behind.
    With both of them soaked and filthy Garrett told himself that their supply list was going to have to be expanded to include clean and dry clothes. Even with the warm weather they were having, the nights were cool and without dry clothes to change into , both of them were risking falling ill. The way things had suddenly turned in the world even simple things like the common cold could result in all of them being put at risk.
    They could no longer see the shed from their position in the front of the house but Garrett could sense that t