Southern Zombies Three Book Box Set: A Story of Survival, Southern Hospitality, and Southern Blood (21 page)

“Gabby.” Trey says.

Marc nods.

Soon Becky comes in and grabs Marc for a hug. She looks him over and sees his cast.

“Where is your truck?” Becky asks him.

“I wrecked it.” He says.

She looks surprised.

“That’s where this came from.” He says, pointing at his arm.

“Tracie set it and Brent put a cast on when we found him.” Marc tells her.

“I’m glad y’all are home.” She says.

“So are we.” I tell her.

We continue unloading and getting everything inside. It’s dark now and all I want to do is pass out in the bed for a week of sleep.

Diane and Kelley are making dinner. I have to go see what the hell Kelley is cooking.

I walk into the kitchen and they both look at me.

“What?” I ask.

“Glad to see y’all home is all.” Diane says.

“What are you cooking?” I ask Kelley.

She also has a wine bottle sitting beside her prep table so it’s unclear if she is cooking or drinking. Probably both.

I grab her wine bottle and turn it up for a big drink.

She smiles.

“I am cooking Yorkshire Pudding, Bangers and Mash, which is a sausage served with mashed potatoes, and cherry and almond tarts. I had these on my recent visit to England and they are pretty good.” Kelley says.

I had to ask. Only she can come up with these recipes that we have never eaten.

After we eat, I head into the bathroom to shower. It feels like forever since I had one. During an apocalypse, you find out how much you miss being able to shower every day. A shower isn’t always available.

I get out and go over to our bed and lie down. Riley jumps up beside me and sits there, staring at me. I hug him and roll over to go to sleep. I don’t even hear Bobby come in to bed.

The next morning, I hear everyone in the kitchen eating breakfast.

I get up and go in to see Bobby and Marc sitting at the table talking with Mitchell, Tammy’s husband.

“We didn’t want to worry y’all while you were gone.” Bobby says.

“About what?” I ask.

“There were a few men who came by trying to take over our setup here.” Mitchell said.

“They came by when Trey and Bobby were out one day getting supplies. So I assume they had been watching us. They thought it would be easier to hit with fewer people here, but they were wrong.” Mitchell says.

“Yeah. Gabby, Becky, Diane, Kelley and Tammy helped Mitchell hold them off until Trey and I got back. They didn’t see us come up behind them so we opened fire and hit a couple of them but they all got away. Which leads me to think they will be back.” Bobby says.

“Yeah, and we have to be ready for them.” Marc says.

“Well, we have the outside area covered. We have a few more things to do like add another guard tower close to the house. We need to set one up by the barn too so we can keep an eye on the woods.” Bobby says.

“Let’s get started on that. The sooner the better.” Marc says.

Damn. We can’t get even a short break from this shit.

We get started on enhancements for the outside and make a few on the inside. Diane and I install intercoms in our house and Marc’s house so we can communicate with each other. As long as we have generators, we will be able to keep them going. When we finish that, her and go into town and fill our gas tanks.

When we come back, Marc, Bobby and Trey have made a great deal of progress on the outside area and Mitchell is finishing up on the tower by the barn.

By the end of the day, we have gotten everything in place and ready for an attack.

“I am worn out again.” I tell everyone.

All I get are a bunch of moans and groans. It sounds like I am in the room with a pack of zombies.

We all clean up and turn in for the night.

All we can do is wait and continue to prepare for our attackers. I know they will come. Bobby and Trey made asses out of them, so they will want payback. I can only pray this apocalypse shit gets easier. However, I doubt that statement. After all, it is an apocalypse. No one ever said it would be easy.

We continued waiting for the next two weeks. We never let our guard down. That is probably what they wanted. But they don’t know us. We won’t be caught unaware.

We all went to bed around midnight on a Friday night.

I was awakened by a loud explosion. I got out of bed and ran into the kitchen to see Diane, Bobby and Marc.

“They’re here?” I ask.

Marc nods.

“Fuck.” I say.

I run to the front window to see a guard tower in flames.

“I need my 50 caliber set up. “I tell Bobby.

“It already is. We made a spot on the top of the house for you to use it.” He says.

Holy hell. I am about to mow some asses down now. Bring it on you bastards.

My name is Ann Riley. I was born in the south. Most of you know this by now. I was born and raised in Pontotoc and Tupelo, Mississippi. I have always had thoughts of writing a book, but never considered it seriously. But over the last few years I put more thought into it. I decided to try my hand at it. I was never one for an over active imagination or being able to make up stories. But, I found when I started this book, ideas just came. I found that writing is something I enjoy very much.

I am outspoken and have a bit of sarcasm in me. So I tried to make some parts funny, serious and sarcastic.

I currently live in Mississippi with my husband Bobby and my little dachshund, Riley. All of the names of family members I use in this series are my actual family members.

I also have the Fynn Young Series, which is about a female wolf shift who tracks missing people. You can find all of my books on Amazon.

Please let me know what you think.

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