Free Winter Smith (Book 1): London's Burning by J.S. Strange Page B

nodded.
                  “Not cool,” Connor scolded. “People were murdered back there by those monsters. There were too many of them. We hardly stood a chance.”
                  “And there’s going to be more,” Winter said. “The zombie apocalypse is happening in London.”
                  Violet scoffed. Winter and Connor looked at her.
                  “Sorry,” Violet said. She didn’t sound sorry. “It’s just, well, come on, it’s all so surreal. Don’t you think all those stories of the zombie like attacks were just bullshit? Just something spread by people because they were bored? I mean, zombies don’t exist, do they?”
                  “How do you explain that attack in China?” Connor asked. “A whole street wiped out.”
                  “Did their bodies come back to life?” Violet challenged.
                  Winter didn’t know. Maybe the report she read only gave half of the story.
                  “If you had seen what we had just seen, you wouldn’t be so sceptical,” Winter said. “They were dead…they weren’t human. You saw that man out there!”
                  Violet nodded slowly. “So what happened?”
                  “Didn’t I just tell you?”
                  “Yeah, but what happened to the people who were…dead?”
                  “I don’t know,” Winter said slowly. “They just…showed up. I don’t know where they came from. They showed up, they bit people, those bitten people became them.”
                  “Like an infection,” Connor said.
                  “A really fast infection.” Winter nodded.
                  “And do you think these people rose from the ground?” Violet grinned.
                  “It’s possible,” Connor said, before Winter could answer. “They were monsters, set on killing. They had nothing else about them. They were just there to kill and multiply their population.”

              The waitress approached with their drinks before leaving again for the back room.
                  Violet yawned and Winter glanced at her. She was short and thin and on closer inspection Winter saw she was quite pretty. Violet had a certain charm about her that was kind of sexy. She wouldn’t be Winter’s type but there was no denying this girl was hot. Her cheekbones were defined and her paper white skin was flawless. Her eyes were brown and sparkled mischievously.
                  “I’m going to ask the waitress if she knows of any places to stay, and if we can contact anyone,” Connor said. “I won’t be long.”
                  Connor stood up and left for the back room. Winter watched him leave.
                  “Is that your boyfriend?” Violet grinned.
                  Winter shook her head. “This was supposed to be our first date.”
                  “What a date to remember!” Violet laughed. Just as suddenly, her expression was serious. “You look pretty shaken up with whatever has just happened.”
                  “You would be, too.”
                  Winter looked through the filthy and blemished windows. Her arm rested on the table. She could feel grains of salt, sugar and pepper sticking to her skin. She turned to look for Connor, her eyes resting on the bar made out of plastic metal that obscured her reflection. There was only one sign of somebody else being here before them: a row of empty beer bottles sat on the counter. 
                  “So you’re a party girl?” Violet asked, remembering what Winter had said earlier. 
                  “No, I can’t stand them.”
                  “Well, where’s the fun in that?” Violet laughed.