a knife or a small firearm on his person. She wasn't going to do something stupid. There wasn't anywhere he could get to, anyway, without her seeing him. Just past the dunes, the road cut around and back to the north end of St. Augustine. There was a makeshift patrol tower there, overlooking the water and the road.
She stood and went back to the waterside to see what was happening on the water. As she’d suspected, one of the smaller boats was heading toward the shore while the rest continued to head to the island.
Through the scope, she saw four men on the speedboat.
Tosha wished she had her headphones because some accompanying Lizzy Borden music would be great right now. Something crushing from the first four-song EP like the title cut. She began the song from memory in her head, imagining she was starring in a bad ass movie, and pulled the trigger.
The first shot took the guy to the right of the one she was aiming for in the shoulder.
"Shit," she mumbled and adjusted for the movement, the wind and her own aim on the second shot, hitting the pilot squarely in the neck.
The speedboat swung wildly to the left and before one of the living men could get control of the craft she'd reloaded and shot another one in the back of the head.
The boat crashed into the beach, shooting up sand.
Tosha took her time and shot the last uninjured man as he foolishly lifted his head.
Satisfied that all four were down, she turned and went back to looking for the kid.
Chapter Six
Her arm was getting tired and the undead weren't stopping their attack. They didn't tire.
Six or seven bodies littered the ground—who had time to count them during a battle?—and she now had to watch where she was stepping. She was also sure she'd sliced an arm off one and kicked it down but it was still moving and could reach up and grab her at any moment.
"Stupid, stupid," Darlene whispered.
She was surrounded by them, a ring of zombies all moving at once to attack. They didn't feign or dodge her chops, they simply came on. Darlene kicked suddenly to her left and was out of the circle, but it wasn't far enough because another three came around the house.
At this point, she knew it was just a matter of time before she was overwhelmed.
She pulled the Desert Eagle and cleared a path, shooting three in the head in quick succession. The noise startled her. The zombies made no sound, and neither had she when she was fighting, only the shuffling of rotting clothes and the nearby birds breaking the silence.
They were slow, but she was getting slower. She kicked at the three new foes and almost lost her footing. All it would take would be a slip, a misplaced punch to lose a finger, or them piling on top of her, and she'd be done.
Darlene shot another two at close range, the sight of their heads exploding so common that she didn't flinch. How many heads had she seen like that? Dozens? Hundreds? Thousands? How many bullets had she used, how many times had the machete severed a neck?
She barreled into a dead woman in front of her. If she could get back to the gas station, she'd be safe. Dodging two undead, she jogged around the side of the house, panting and bone-weary.
For a brief moment she had a clear view of the waiting fence surrounding the gas station. She hoped she had enough strength to scale the chain-link and drop safely to the other side.
Then four undead shambled around the house. They were joined by three more from the trees to the right.
Behind her, the unrelenting horde moved toward her, one slow step at a time.
Darlene turned just as a man, tall with stringy guts dangling from his mouth and slapping her on her forehead, fell on her. His black-toothed grin locked on her left shoulder and she felt the burning pain as he clamped down on her skin with his teeth.
Darlene managed to
She stood and went back to the waterside to see what was happening on the water. As she’d suspected, one of the smaller boats was heading toward the shore while the rest continued to head to the island.
Through the scope, she saw four men on the speedboat.
Tosha wished she had her headphones because some accompanying Lizzy Borden music would be great right now. Something crushing from the first four-song EP like the title cut. She began the song from memory in her head, imagining she was starring in a bad ass movie, and pulled the trigger.
The first shot took the guy to the right of the one she was aiming for in the shoulder.
"Shit," she mumbled and adjusted for the movement, the wind and her own aim on the second shot, hitting the pilot squarely in the neck.
The speedboat swung wildly to the left and before one of the living men could get control of the craft she'd reloaded and shot another one in the back of the head.
The boat crashed into the beach, shooting up sand.
Tosha took her time and shot the last uninjured man as he foolishly lifted his head.
Satisfied that all four were down, she turned and went back to looking for the kid.
Chapter Six
Her arm was getting tired and the undead weren't stopping their attack. They didn't tire.
Six or seven bodies littered the ground—who had time to count them during a battle?—and she now had to watch where she was stepping. She was also sure she'd sliced an arm off one and kicked it down but it was still moving and could reach up and grab her at any moment.
"Stupid, stupid," Darlene whispered.
She was surrounded by them, a ring of zombies all moving at once to attack. They didn't feign or dodge her chops, they simply came on. Darlene kicked suddenly to her left and was out of the circle, but it wasn't far enough because another three came around the house.
At this point, she knew it was just a matter of time before she was overwhelmed.
She pulled the Desert Eagle and cleared a path, shooting three in the head in quick succession. The noise startled her. The zombies made no sound, and neither had she when she was fighting, only the shuffling of rotting clothes and the nearby birds breaking the silence.
They were slow, but she was getting slower. She kicked at the three new foes and almost lost her footing. All it would take would be a slip, a misplaced punch to lose a finger, or them piling on top of her, and she'd be done.
Darlene shot another two at close range, the sight of their heads exploding so common that she didn't flinch. How many heads had she seen like that? Dozens? Hundreds? Thousands? How many bullets had she used, how many times had the machete severed a neck?
She barreled into a dead woman in front of her. If she could get back to the gas station, she'd be safe. Dodging two undead, she jogged around the side of the house, panting and bone-weary.
For a brief moment she had a clear view of the waiting fence surrounding the gas station. She hoped she had enough strength to scale the chain-link and drop safely to the other side.
Then four undead shambled around the house. They were joined by three more from the trees to the right.
Behind her, the unrelenting horde moved toward her, one slow step at a time.
Darlene turned just as a man, tall with stringy guts dangling from his mouth and slapping her on her forehead, fell on her. His black-toothed grin locked on her left shoulder and she felt the burning pain as he clamped down on her skin with his teeth.
Darlene managed to
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