Southern Zombies Three Book Box Set: A Story of Survival, Southern Hospitality, and Southern Blood (11 page)

“I see people walking around.” Tammy says.

“It looks like they have a few guards at the front. There is one at the main gate. It looks like a guard shack there.” Tammy tells them.

“I think we need to go up there when it gets dark.” Kelley says.

“I agree.” Says Becky.

They sit and wait for darkness to fall. After getting their rifles loaded, they get ready for the shit fest that will be starting soon.

They continue to sit and wait and Tammy continues her look out. It is getting dark now and they are nervous.

“Hey girls, come and look at this and tell me what you see.” Tammy says.

Becky gets the binoculars and looks.

“I see some people coming out and going around the corner of the building.” Becky says.

“I see them too.” Kelley says.

“Wait a minute.” Kelley says. “I would know that red head anywhere. That’s Trey in all his shining red glory.”

Tammy gets the binoculars back and takes another look.

“Yep, it is. Look in front of him. There is Marc, Tracie and momma. Trey is next and Bobby is following up behind with a gun. At least they have a gun.” Tammy says.

“Are you girls ready to move in?” Becky asks.

“Yeah, a few more seconds. Marc just took a guard out. Whoa, Tracie did too. It looks like they are headed to Marc’s truck. Can he hot wire it Becky?” Tammy asks.

“Hell yes.” Becky smiles.

“Well the shit is about to hit the fan. Let them get to the truck and give Marc time to get it started. It looks like some other people came out with them and they are looking for a vehicle.” Kelley tells them.

They sit and watch for a few more minutes, then get in the truck and get ready to move in. Tammy drives while Becky and Kelley are in the back with their rifles.

“Kelley, are you drunk?” Tammy asks.

“Not yet little sister.” Kelley says.

“Give me a drink. I need to settle my nerves again.” Tammy says.

Kelley passes her thermos to Tammy. Can they please not get drunk while trying to help us?

“Let’s go.” Becky says.

“They are at the truck and Marc is under the dash. It won’t take him long. We need to head that way. I am guessing he will be coming towards that front gate. We need to wait for them to get in the truck, roll up to the guard tower, shoot that guard and try to push the gate open. I want to flood it with zombies to take the attention from us.” Becky says.

They head to the guard shack. There is so much noise at the shack, the zombies don’t hear the truck rolling towards them.

Becky aims and fires at the guard. He falls down in the guard tower. They look around to see if anyone hears the shot. Only the zombies.

“Oh hell. Hurry up and push the gate Tammy. Here come the carnivorous bastards.” Becky says.

Tammy pushes the gate open. Of course now, the zombies have their eye on the prize. Becky and Kelley in the back of the truck is where they are headed.

“Well, I never thought I would have this many followers. I didn’t think I would ever be so popular.” Kelley says.

Becky snorts out a laugh.

“Can y’all not laugh yet? We are on the menu right now like a seven course meal.” Tammy tells them.

“Shut up and drive James.” Kelley tells Tammy.

“I am about to act like James, Grandpa James that is, and crack a head with a bat.” Tammy says.

Now Kelley and Becky are both snorting out laughs because my daddy, James was a mess. He didn’t mind going off on people, cursing you out, hitting you with his cane. Whatever, he was up for it.

They see Marc, Trey, Bobby, Diane and Tracie load up in the truck.

“They are in.” Becky says.

Move on up. Don’t let these damn window lickers get in front of the truck and try not to hit them, we don’t need to fuck up the radiator.” Becky says.

“You got that shit right.” Tammy tells her.

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“Do you see Kelley and Becky in the truck? Tammy is driving.” Diane says.

“Are they coming in here?” Marc asks.

“Yeah.” I say.

“Damn it, they are going to get hurt.” Marc says.

“Well, I doubt that since Becky and Kelley have rifles and I’m sure Tammy has hers by her side. And…. Becky just popped a cap in the tower guard. I’m thinking they may be able to take care of themselves my dear nephew. They are probably tanked up on wine.” I say with a laugh.

“They have pushed the gate open so the zombies can get in. See, great minds think alike. It looks like they are coming this way. Kelley and Becky have their beads on site. I think they are trying to keep the noise down until they see if we make it up to them.” I say.

Diane is driving and Bobby and Marc are in the back with the guns we took from the guards inside and outside. Trey has Diane’s Ka bar.

“Trey, if someone tries to hurt you, or grab you, bury that knife in their asses. Well, not literally their asses, but in a part of their body that will kill them. They will kill us if they can. Do you understand me?” I ask Trey.

He nods yes.

“Guys, the shit fest has started. We got assholes running from inside the building.” I say.

“We will start taking them down.” Bobby says.

“Take the right and I will take the left side.” Bobby tells Marc.

We hear two shots ring out.

“Well, it looks like my wife and sister are on a shooting spree. Keep it coming ladies.” Marc says.

I am firing from the passenger side window and the shots sound like a bong going off in the cab of the truck. I can’t hear shit. Diane clearly can’t either as she doesn’t hear me tell her she has a window licker stuck to her window. Damn, again with the windows. What is it? It’s like crack to the zombies.

Diane hits me on the arm and points towards the front of the truck. Marc and Bobby are shooting at the idiots coming from the back while me, Kelley and Becky are trying to thin out the zombies.

It looks like they sent out a moaning call to all their surrounding kin to come and join the big feast at the roadside diner.

The lot and grounds are full now.

And the guards chasing us finally see the horde coming at them. We continue to take shots, but they keep coming. We can hear everyone screaming now the zombies have finally gotten to.

We get closer to the gate and the zombies are still pouring in, only they are ambling toward the way we came up. I guess they have dinner reservations there.

As we get to the gate, I look over to the right and see Max’s stupid ass at the guard tower, trying to climb it. Since there are not any zombies near our truck, I tell Diane to stop. And I tell her why before she asks.

I get out and move around towards the guard tower. I get there just in time to kick Max’s leg off the first step. He falls and looks around at me.

“You bitch.” He says.

“Well, if you think I am a bitch now, wait a few minutes and I’m sure you can come up with another slur for me.” I tell him.

“I’m going to kill you bitch.” He says.

“Again with the bitch. Is that all you got?” I ask.

He starts to get up and I hear a shot. I look behind me and Bobby has shot Max in the knee.

“Aw, now Max. Don’t roll around crying, come and kill me. I’m right here.” I tell him.

He doesn’t move. Probably because he can’t but, what the hell do I care? He tried to kill us. I walk over behind him and whisper in his ear.

“Do you remember when you took us and I told you I was going to slice your throat so deep I would be able to see your spine?” I ask him.

Not a peep from him now.

I pull the Ka bar across his neck from left to right as hard as I can. Blood starts spurting and I drag it back across to get all the way to his spine.

“That’s for kidnapping us, you son of a bitch. And this one is for threatening to kill us. No one touches my family you bastard.” And I bury the Ka bar in his chest right into his heart.

Do I like killing? No. Do I feel bad? Hell no, because he used my husband and nephew for his own twisted pleasure for fighting. I hope he burns in hell for what he did to all the people he has come in contact with.

I walk back over to the truck and get in.

“Are you ready now?” Diane asks.

“Yeah, let’s get the hell out of here. Where are the nieces?” I ask.

“They have made it back through the gate and are waiting on us.” Diane says.

“Are y’all ok back there?” I ask Bobby and Marc.

“Yeah, we’ll be better when y’all get the hell out of here.” Marc says.

“Hold onto your horses nephew. We are going now.” I tell him.

We get out of the gate and the people that came out with us pull up by us and say thanks for helping them and letting them out of the hell hole.

We see Becky, Kelley and Tammy waiting so we get on the road and start back towards the highway. When we get to the turn for the highway, we stop and we get out and see how one another is. Becky, Kelley and Tammy run over to us crying and hugging everyone. We are happy to see them.

“Glad to see you three.” I tell them.

“What the hell was that?” Kelley asks.

“That was an ass who thought that he could just steal supplies and shit from people instead of getting his own. And use the women for free slave labor and the men for fighting in his little fight fests he would set up. Bobby and Marc had to fight or they would have killed Diane, Trey and I.” I tell them.

“Son of a bitch. He threatened my baby?” Becky says.

You never want to make a mother mad. I should have just told Becky Max threatened Trey and turned her loose on him with a knife.

Marc grabs Becky and hugs her to calm her down so she doesn’t run back in with guns blazing and shoot everything she sees.

“We took care of him.” Diane says. “We made him act sick so they would leave him alone.”

“Yeah momma, I’m fine, stop embarrassing me. I am a man now.” Trey says.

We laugh.

“But you’re still my baby you little ass.” Becky says.

“Fine, fine momma.” Trey says, with the blush spreading all over his face.

We get back on the highway and start back home. On the way we come across a Motel 6. I don’t see a light on though. Well, I had to say that. We pull in and Becky suggests we stay there tonight. Everyone is tired as hell. Marc and Bobby are still tending wounds and Trey has already gone to sleep. We get out, with rifles, and walk around. There aren’t any cars around, but now days, that doesn’t mean anything. We decide to get a couple of mattresses from another room and just stay in one room for safety. We get a door kicked in and Bobby goes in to search and make sure it is empty. He gives us the thumbs up sign and we go in. We get the mattresses placed on the floor and we are happy to find that somehow, there is still water running. Cold water, mind you, but water nonetheless. So we take turns cleaning up. I wish I had some clean clothes, but just having water is like a miracle to me.

We finish with the water and start to lie down. I ask Becky how was Riley when she left.

“Getting spoiled some more. Brittany is baby-sitting him.” Becky says.

“Right up his alley.” I tell her.

As soon as I lie down, I am out. Bobby was already out when I laid down. So was Marc. I slept all night. I swear that was the best sleep I have had since all this shit started a few months ago.

The next morning, I smell…. bacon? What? It seems that Kelley, being the connoisseur of food and wine that she is, saw fit to bring the Coleman stove, a skillet and a small pan. Oh, and let’s not forget her thermos of wine. God bless her soul. That shit they were feeding us tasted like zombie stew would smell if you were so inclined to cook a zombie. So, while Kelly was enjoying her morning glass of wine, Diane was cooking. No, No, it is not early am morning, it is lunch time morning. We in the south say anything up to noon is morning.

Diane is passing out food. It seems Kelley also brought plastic wares too. It’s good to have a foodie and wine-o in the family.

I go over and hug Tammy. She is the baby in the family. I want to see how this is affecting her. Yeah, yeah, she is grown with her own children, but she’s still our baby.