Free Beautiful Death (Bella Morté Trilogy Book 1) by L. Dee Walker

himself. She understood his anger. After all, the bitch could’ve thanked him, but still smirked at his one-sided conversation anyway. “Are you finished talking to yourself?”
    He glared at her. “I’m the only one who usually listens.”
    Zach had enough of this waiting game. Surrounded by death and stench, he wanted out of there and she was holding them up. He glared at Erica, snapping. “Look lady. If we don’t get out of here now, then chances are we might not make it out period. I am not up for joining the ranks of the dead just yet! So move your ass to the fucking truck!”
    Candice chuckled. “Well, that’s one way to get her attention, so demanding!”
    Montana nodded, turning to Erica. “He’s right. Follow or don’t, but we’re not stickin’ around. We’ve wasted enough time, tryin’ to get ya to understand.” Turning, he walked back to the truck.
    Just as before, everyone else followed.
    Justice motioned to Erica, who looked as if she wasn’t sure she was going to follow. “Come on now. Ya don’t wanna stay out here by yourself.”
    She nodded, holding her stomach with her arm. “Yes. I don’t feel so good.” Racing behind one of the trees, she threw up. When she finished, she stepped back out, looking at Trevor. “I think I need to lie down.” Slowly, she moved in behind them, following them to the truck.
    Trevor took up the rear, checking behind them to make sure they weren’t attacked from behind. “Yeah, let’s get outta here before the hunters become the hunted.”
    Justice rolled his eyes. “I’m surrounded by crazy people.”
    “Hey, that’s the best people to be stuck with in this situation.”
    “I’m afraid to ask.” When Trevor didn’t finish his sentence, Justice sighed. “Okay, fine. I’ll bite. Why?”
    “Crazy people will do the wildest things to stay alive.”
    Montana smirked. “Imagine how I feel. You’re all crazy.”
    Brandon looked around the group, winking at Erica. “I dunno. Insane people must be the best. Have ya ever had sex with one?”
    She shook her head. “Can’t say that I have.”
    “It’s just outta this world orgasmic,” he winked at her. “Or so the chicks tell me.”
    Cringing, she rolled her eyes. “I’m sure they do.”
     
    Seven
    The main building was located far enough away from the campsite that people had to drive three to five miles, pending site location, to check in. It was a good-sized two-story, brown building with a basement. It had that log cabin appearance. Hundreds of people flocked daily to sign up and pre-pay for their tours: zip lining, tubing, rafting lessons, and white water rafting… until now. The whole reason Candice chose this place, over all the others, was the wide variety of things to do at a fairly high cost, but you get what you pay for.
    The parking lot was huge, stretching around the building to the back where the garage was located. The main building connected with three bay doors they locked nightly where they fixed broken items and checked tubes and rafts daily.
    The building was tall with a wooden staircase on the outside. The store was on the first floor. It offered souvenirs: T-shirts, shorts, jackets, shot glasses, coolers, drink cozies, flags, banners, bumper stickers, towels, and ashtrays engraved with River Riders . They also had the usual stuff people clamored for at a fifty-percent plus markup. Snacks, firewood, beer, wine, sodas, maps, ketchup, mustard, candy, as well as a few other camping needs.
    Inside were a few rooms just big enough for a desk and file cabinet. They looked more like a walk-in closet than an office. The break room was a little bigger and there was a full bathroom with showers. Most of the guides lived in the employee campground. The need to shower was a necessity.
    The upstairs had seven picnic tables with connecting benches, all placed around two TVs, anchored to the wall on opposite sides. Those who signed up for tours had to watch a film of fundamental common