Surviving Beyond the Zombie Apocalypse by Jeffrey Littorno (The Most Uncommon Cold book #5)
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Overview: Kevin Turner and his companions continue to struggle for survival in this nightmarish world of the zombie apocalypse. He has made a promise to protect the others, but it is a promise he may not be able to keep. Don’t miss the powerful final episode of The Most Uncommon Cold series!
Genre: Science Fiction, Apocalypse, Zombies, Survival
“Help me!”
My foot stomped down on the brake pedal, and I sat there in the van considering my next move. The trapped woman definitely needed help.
I sat there looking out of the windows at my surroundings. The shells at the open car continued to shift back and forth as they tried to get at the woman inside. Otherwise, nothing moved.
After a moment, I slowly opened the car door. Naturally, the hinges creaked and made my heart jump into my throat. I froze and peered out for any new movement. My grip on the baseball bat tightened to the point that my fingers ached. The shells at the car did not give any attention to the sound. After nearly a minute of not seeing anything moving toward me, I eased out of the car and onto the street.
I was no longer able to hear the woman in the car and wondered if the shells had gotten to her. The reaction that I had to this idea did not make me proud. It was a sense of relief and sort of happiness. With her out of the way, there would no longer be the need to risk my life trying to save a complete stranger. Instead, I could be heading back to the store and those for whom I cared. My feet stopped as I considered this possibility. I turned, and my feet had started the walk back when the woman screamed again.
I actually rolled my eyes as I turned back around to face the pair of shells at the car. The things were focused so intently in the interior of the car that they remained unaware of my presence.
I crept up on the shells, surprised to make my way within a couple yards of them without being noticed. After standing there and staring at the backs of the shells as they ripped into the tall black body. I actually felt a bit impatient at the lack of attention and started tapping the baseball bat on the pavement.
As soon as the sound rang out, the shells twisted around to face me. The one on the right was a short Asian woman with long black hair. Next to her stood a young man wearing a dark business suit that looked too big for him.
“Help me!” the woman called out. “Please, help—”
“Stay where you and be quiet!” I cut her off.
I brought the bat down on the top of the Asian shell’s head. After a crunch-squish sound, the shell collapsed straight down.
The dark suit shuffled in my direction before I swung the bat and connected with the side of its head right above the ear. A pop rang out.
The shell’s head was knocked to the right and stayed at a strange angle, a rounded indentation in the shape of the bat clear on the side. The shell looked quickly back inside the car at the woman before turning to launch itself at me.
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