Free Zombie Rules (Book 4): Destiny by David Achord Page A

even had Macie making headshots at two hundred yards with scoped sights. But, when we executed Operation Bell Road last year, shooting all of those zombies had stressed Kelly greatly. She said she still thought of them as humans. And of course, there was the deer she killed which caused her to cry afterward. Now, she was acting as my backup, armed with the Remington model 700 sniper rifle that used to belong to Rowdy. This time, she may actually have to shoot a real human.
    That’s why I was anxious. It had nothing to do with Kelly wearing one of those bras that pushed her boobs up and out, causing them to strain the fabric on her already tight-fitting tee shirt, and that she and Floyd were sitting alone together in a parked car, all by themselves and hidden among many other abandoned cars. Nope. It had nothing to do with that at all. Don’t think I didn’t notice her unzipping her jacket as soon as they hopped in the truck, revealing said tight-fitting tee shirt.
    I’d been thinking about it constantly for the past three days now. After burying Julie, it took perhaps two days before Kelly and I started sleeping together. It wasn’t an act of love. It was nothing more than two lonely people sharing themselves on a cold lonely night. I told myself that was all it would ever be, even though I told her I loved her a month later.
    I hadn’t repeated it because I didn’t really believe it. It was the wine talking. We drank a whole bottle and I hardly ever drank. But now, in spite of how I may have felt in the past, I realized I was actually developing strong feelings for her. Much stronger than I thought was possible. Anybody else would have felt elation at having such an epiphany. All it did for me was confuse the hell out of me. I sighed heavily, scratched myself, and reached for the microphone.
    “Ready?” I asked curtly. I was answered by a microphone click. I responded with two clicks and switched to channel nineteen. “Is the gentleman with the raggedy black SUV listening?”
    I was parked at the same location where we’d originally spotted them. The odds of encountering them again weren’t good, but I had no other idea of how to make contact with them. I originally was going to use the radio tower, but the generator was out of diesel and needed maintenance. I opted to save the fuel for my farm implements.
    I waited a minute and repeated my broadcast. There was no answer. I did this for almost an hour and was about to give up when I finally got a response.
    “Don’t be making fun of my ride, man.” It was him, his accent was unmistakable.
    “How are you this morning?” I asked pleasantly.
    “Doing so-so, man. How about you?”
    “Pretty much the same,” I replied. “I’m parked near the location where we first saw each other and I’ve got a thermos of hot coffee. Why don’t you join me and we can talk?”
    “Okay, man, just don’t be pointing a gun at me this time.” It took about ten minutes before the black SUV came into view, and I’ll be damn if there wasn’t a fresh coat of wax on it. Even the tires looked like they had been wiped down and were glistening.
    I got out, leaving my rifle and shotgun sitting in the truck and walked out carrying a thermos and two cups. Oh, I still had my beloved Kimber holstered on my hip, I wasn’t totally trusting after all.
    He turned off his vehicle and exited a moment later. He wasn’t a big guy, maybe five-nine, lean, dark black hair with accompanying eyes, clean shaven, hell, he was clean all over. Even his Chuck Taylors were pristine looking.
    “Buenos Dias,” he said.
    “Hello,” I replied. “My Spanish is limited.”
    “No problem, man,” he replied while holding out his hand. “My name is Jorge and my English is better than most Americans.” I couldn’t help but smile as I shook hands with him.
     
    “His name’s Jorge but he prefers it to be pronounced George.” After meeting Jorge, Kelly and Floyd followed me back home. I glanced at