Free The Orphans (Book 4): White Lie by Mike Evans Page A

him and set Greg back on the ground. He patted him on the shoulder and shook his head. “Nope, while you guys are busy downstairs in the shooting range, I'm upstairs with my bat and Clary has shown me a bunch of cool stuff.”
    Greg looked over his shoulder at the Turned and saw the brains getting dangerously close to them and said, “It looks like you definitely know what you are doing. What did he teach you Joey?”
    Joey smiled and tapped Greg on the head. “You gotta hit them right here, and Mr. Clary said if you do it hard enough Joey that you crack their head open.”
    Greg went to say something but the Turned that had fallen dead slid past the two of them. When the fact that something slid past them registered, the two stared at each other as they pushed up from the ground. Joey asked, “Can you run Greg?”
    Greg kept his balance while wobbling just a bit and said, “Do I have a choice in the matter?”
    Joey looked around the corner and saw that the one he had taken out had friends, and in no shortage. He said, “Doesn’t look like it.”
    Joey pulled him the rest of the way to his feet and Greg went to shoot but Joey yelled, “Greg don’t shoot them, you’ll bring the rest of them if there’s more.”
    Greg gripped his rifle and the two sprinted through the aisles in the opposite direction that they were being chased. Greg looked over his shoulder and slowed down just a bit for Joey and saw the Turned running behind them and leaping across the top of the shelves. When one of them was within the same aisle as them, Greg pulled his pistol and fired over his shoulder twice, missing with the first shot and putting the second into its kneecap. Its leg gave out and it disappeared, collapsing onto the floor screaming at them. They looked down the aisles and found that there were dead everywhere starting to follow them.
     
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    Shaun and Ellie snapped their heads around when they heard the gunshots but both were unsure where they’d come from as they echoed filling the large store. Ellie whispered, “What the hell’s going on Shaun?”
    He looked at her while shaking his head and put a finger to his lips. He saw Greg and Joey both running towards them not holding anything back and both knowing that they were running for their lives that they desperately wished to continue. When he saw them he pulled Ellie to the side and against one of the racks. He peered around the corner, waiting a second for Greg and Joey to fly past him, and then held out the rifle and rested it against the shelf.
    The Turned were running with so much force that it never knew what was coming. Greg looked over his shoulder at the sound of Shaun’s grunt and saw possibly the worse and greatest thing ever as he knew how close he was to dying. The Turned ran directly into the bayonet attached to the end of Shaun’s rifle and with all of the force behind their speed, decapitated itself. The liquid that left its body was blackened. There was almost no reddish tint to it whatsoever. The Turned’s head rolled backwards into the next aisle over while its body fell limp onto the ground, sliding and streaking the white tile floors with its blood.
    Shaun looked back to see Ellie was aiming a rifle directly over his shoulder. Shaun felt a hand on his shoulder which instantly went limp once Ellie’s rifle erupted. When they looked at Joey’s face his expression screamed that the two who’d been sent to their final resting place were absolutely, by no means, not alone. Ellie pulled Shaun behind her and the four sprinted through the store. Greg started to lag behind and Shaun screamed, “Don’t slow down Greg, don’t ever slow down, remember -”
    Greg snapped over his shoulder, “For God sake’s Shaun, I’ve been doing the same PT that you have for months on end.”
    They both spun on a heel when they heard Ellie scream in pain. Shaun saw more than just one thing that scared him. He was having serious deja vu from when his dad had