Read The Renegades 2 Aftermath (A Post Apocalyptic Zombie Thriller) for Free Online Page A

freakville,” Dax said, already looking like he was about to charge out of there.
    “Easier said than done.”
    I wandered up and down the aisles trying to think. “There has to be a back entrance to this place.”
    “Oh, there’s a back entrance.” Baja snorted as he rushed by.
    “Yeah, and I’m about to find it,” Izzy hollered. Now most might have told them to settle down while we tried to figure this out. But we were so used to their demented antics it just became background noise — at least to me.
    “Sit the fuck down,” Dax had reached his breaking point. I rarely saw him like that but when he was, you did what he said or found a good place to hide. Baja and Izzy scuffed their feet, swapping “we’ll settle this later” glances.
    “How does this work?” I asked Ralphie.
    “What do you mean?”
    “Do they wait until you’re bitten before they use you for chow?”
    “No. They feed you to those ugly bastards. Hell, they worship them.”
    “What?” I stammered, unable to hide my disgust.
    He moved over to the windows and pulled the blinds down. “You see that barn up there. Inside that is a hole. Everyone who has already turned is down there. They lower people down into it. They have this whole ritual that they do. It’s sick.”
    “Dead, though?”
    “No, alive. They lower people down alive. My brother broke his arm when this whole thing kicked off. Instead of letting him live, they lowered him down and let those flesh-eating monsters tear him apart. They do it just enough until they are dead, and then raise them back up. Before they turn they strip them of the flesh. That’s what you were eating.”
    “Holy fuck.”
    It was hard to imagine, but then again, there had been cults that had done far worse things to people even when there was no apocalypse.
    “When do they do this?”
    “As soon as they need more food. Who knows. Maybe tonight. Perhaps tomorrow. But we are going to end up on a plate.”
    “Not if I have anything to say about it,” Dax replied.

DEATH BY DILDO
    A s much as I didn’t like it, we had few options. Stripped of our weapons, we would now be stripped of our dignity. Like a scene from a badly filmed low-budget porno, we stood there kitted out in gear that would have made even a porn star blush.
    Like any good battalion readying themselves for battle we had spent the past twenty minutes going up and down the aisles grabbing anything that could be used as a weapon. Trust me, I didn’t like it any better than anyone else. Though, Baja thought it was great that we had finally come to our senses and were listening to him.
    Now hold on.
    It wasn’t the case that we were actually following his bright idea, it’s just that we had exhausted all our other options. We ran through all manner of ideas as the hours passed. One of which was making a run back to city hall and hoping that they had the box of weapons still there, another was attacking them in their sleep. All of which meant exposing ourselves to risk, and all of them required us getting out first.
    And getting out was the challenge. You see at that precise moment they were under the assumption that we were secured and locked up in the den of iniquity. The plan was to have the girls seated with their hands behind their backs to give the illusion that we were still tied. Baja wanted to vote on having Izzy and Jess fully naked to create more of a distraction.
    Don’t worry; he eventually recovered from the kick to his nuts after coming up with that idea.
    The floor in front of the door would be covered in massage oil.
    I know. It sounds like a gag you would see in an episode of Wile E. Coyote and the Road Runner. But, seriously that stuff was as slippery as shit. After seeing how well it worked, I had tried to coerce Jess into giving me a back rub with it. But she just slapped me.
    Now I would like to say that it was a good idea, but it was actually the result of an accident. Ralphie had toppled over a stack of the