Read Zomblog 05: Snoe's War for Free Online

the best. I flipped open the pouch that held my cuffs. When I reached in, I sort of wrapped my hands in one set.
    Without warning, I spun and socked my up-to-that-point teammate. The blow landed right on the tip of his chin and he went down like a sack of rocks. One of the children shrieked and the mother clamped a hand over the little girl’s mouth.
    “Hurry up in there,” the soldier outside shouted. I was surprised at how disinterested he sounded.
    “Please tell me there is a back way out of here,” I whispered.
    The woman looked at me and I could see her running through a list of possibilities. Luckily, she did not take long, and even luckier was the fact that she decided to trust me. She pointed to the floor.
    I stepped back as she moved towards me. She shoved the unconscious form of the boy I had knocked out to the side and flipped up a small square of carpet. Underneath was a trap door. I nodded for her to lead the way.
    We jumped down into a very narrow tunnel. Apparently these folks practice using them or something because in no time at all they had left me behind. I had to fight down a little feeling of anger. After all, I had just rescued them and now they were leaving me behind. However, I also know that I would do the exact same thing if I were them. It is sort of foolish to have somebody go through all the trouble of saving your life and then you screw up and die anyways because you kept waiting for that person to continue saving you. The saving is a very simple and single act. Once you have done it, the rest is up to the person you have provided that opportunity. That is something Mama Lindsay and Mama Janie stressed while I was growing up.
    A small square of light appeared just ahead after I rounded what felt like the millionth corner. I had to wriggle a bit to climb out. All my gear was making me a bit bulky. That was when I realized that the tribal people did not bog themselves down with a whole bunch of protective gear. They were built for speed.
    When I climbed out of the hole, the mother was standing there. She also happened to have a great big knife in her hand that was pointed at my eyeball.
    “Whoa!” I put my hands up. “I just helped you and your family escape, I really don’t think we need to do this.”
    “I don’t want you following us,” the woman said in a whisper. “We are going this way,” she cocked her head off to her left, “and I don’t want you following us.”
    “Fair enough,” I said with a nod.
    “I just have one question,” the woman said as she turned to go. “Who are you people? We have lived in peace with the folks from Warehouse City. When did you all decide to start attacking the tribes?”
    “Actually, a military force has captured Warehouse City. Their leader wants to subjugate everybody for some stupid reason. I’m not actually from there…I’m from Sunset Fortress…we were wiped out too.”
    The woman seemed to consider my words for a moment. She nodded and then turned and vanished around the corner of a building that was little more than a pile of burnt wood. Even though I was staring right at her and her kids, they basically seemed to disappear before my eyes.
    Well, that was enough of that for now. I needed to make myself scarce. The problem that I had was that I had absolutely no idea where I was or which direction to go. I heard commotion behind me, so I decided that my best bet was to move in the opposite direction.
    I started at an easy jog. Using all my EEF training, I took in my surroundings and made my way into the ruins of a series of buildings with similar design and features. Any signs that identified this complex were long gone, but it looked like a factory of some sort and there were a lot of transport trucks in rows in one area.
    That would be the easiest way to go to lose anybody who might be on my trail. It would also be the worst place to go because of all the blind spots. The only weapon that any of us recruits had been given was a