THE

ZOMBIE

BOOK

Zombie Book One

By Diana Graves

Copyright © 2017 Diana Graves

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This book is a work of pure fiction. Characters, places and incidents are creations of the author’s imagination, and any similarity to people, living or dead, businesses, events or places is purely coincidental.

Acknowledges

To Erin, my best friend.

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Chapter Five:

JENSEN stood as I moved into the room. My hand was still tight around Derek’s arm. Jensen was giving everyone his best ‘good old boy’ smile, but between the fear in my eyes and Derek and Pane’s new hostile postures, Karen seemed to have gotten the clue that something wasn’t right, because before anyone could say another word she pulled a gun out from a cabinet and pointed it at Jensen.

“Hey now,” Jensen said with a voice just dripping with patronizing fret. His sandy-brown hair was a mess and his clothes were ripped and bloody from fighting the zombies, yet he still exuded authority, like his father.

Everything about him, from his height to his handsome face, from his likeable voice to his kind brown eyes told you to trust him, to follow him. That would not bewise. He was a sociopath. Just for shits and giggles he liked to get you under his control and then push you to the point of your death or the death of your blood innocents.

I watched him take a father under his wing once. He came off all ‘brothers in arms’ bull shit, swapping horror stories. But he quickly turned the man against his wife and kids. I watched Jensen poison his mind with thoughts of male dominance and the innate evil of women, and spoiled children. The man came into the church a loving father, scared for his beautiful family, who had made it this long in our devastated world, and within a couple of weeks he was whoring his wife out to Jensen and the other men, to rape and beat as they liked. He sent his two sons to Finn’s room to learn to be men. What he did to his little girl was too monstrous to think about. I wasn’t a religious woman, but to me, he was the devil.

Jensen didn’t look scared, even with a gun pointed at him. He looked calm and almost amused. “Let’s just all calm down,” he said, playing the reasonable one.

“Karen, put the gun away!” shouted Will, as he stood up beside Jensen.

Gerald said nothing and he made no obvious move, but his right hand was tucked deep between the couch cushions.

“Step away from the couch, Mister,” Karen said.

“Or what? For what reason do you point your gun at me?” Jensen asked, and his voice and face said two things that his words didn’t. They said that she was being a stupid woman and he was in charge here. He was the sort of person who was always in charge, even in a stranger’s home.

“Don’t push me boy. I know trouble when I see trouble. I’m no fool.”

“You didn’t have a problem with me earlier,” and he turned and looked right at me. “Has she been telling lies?” he asked them, referring to me with an incline of his head in my direction.

“We saw the bruises you gave her,” said Derek.

Jensen ignored him. “Did they tell you, Karen, that she tried to kill one of your men, Gerald here? They told me they had to knock her out, because there was no reasoning with her. You can’t trust what she says. I was just defending myself from this mad woman. I don’t blame her, though. People are losing their minds out there.”

Karen didn’t look my way. Her eyes were glued onto her target. “That true?” she asked no one in particular.

“Which part?” I asked.

“Did you try to kill one of my boys?”

“Yes. I’ve learned to kill first when it comes to both the living and the walking dead.”

“You see? She is out of control,” Jensen said.

“Men like you taught me that,” I tried to say calmly, but I couldn’t stay calm. He was trying to manipulate them and I’ve seen him do it too often not to know that it works, it fucking works every time! “Men that rape, men that kill, men that think the chaos we’ve been thrown into gives them license to do whatever sick and evil things that come into their morally deficient minds!” I yelled. “You and your father are disgusting monsters!

Jensen threw his hands in the air, as if my outburst proved his point. Shit! Did it? Arrogance was painted so thick on his face, the fumes made me sick. He gave me narrow dark eyes and the room seemed dimmer for it.

“You see!” he roared, and he sounded so like his father. He was trying to hide it but his face was distorted and discolored by his anger.

He moved closer to me but Karen moved up to him with her gun.

“Hay! Gun, remember? Everyone, calm the fuck down!”

Christopher sat up on the couch, finally unable to sleep through our yelling. When he looked up and saw Jensen standing over him, he let out a blood curdling scream. Truth from the lips of babes...

Gerald finally let us know what he was palming between the cushions as he brought his hand up and pointed a tiny gun at Jensen’s head.

“Take the baby, Will,” Gerald said, and Will cautiously bent down and grabbed Chris. He fought him like mad, screaming and kicking and squirming, but he managed to get to me. Will let go and Christ ran into my arms and buried his little head in my neck.

“Look, I don’t know what bad blood you two have, but one of you is staying and one of you is going, and I think you know which is doing which,” Karen said.

Jensen smiled wide. It was a scheming smile. He looked around the room, not at the people but at their resources. Shit. “I think that’s best. I’m sure I can find my way back to my people, no problem.”

Karen waved her gun toward the entrance and Jensen walked around the couch. He flashed angry eyes my way and started on down the hall toward the hatch with Karen at his back.

“You can’t let him go or he’ll bring back the others,” I said to Pane.

“WAIT!” shouted Pane, and he began running after Jensen. “Wait, he can’t go!”

Jensen started to sprint for the hatch and Karen stood her ground and shouted at him, “Stop or I will shoot you!” but she didn’t and he kept running with Pane at his back and gaining on him. The guy could run! Jensen reached the hatch first but it was no use to him. He climbed the steps and found the handle stuck and the door immobile and Pane tackled him down.

I looked to the dining table and found Will behind a laptop. “It’s locked,” he said. “He’s not going anywhere. Now will someone kindly explain to me what’s going on?” he asked with flared nostrils and a creased brow.

I watched the hall, where Derek had joined Pane in holding Jensen while Karen loomed over them with her gun held loosely in her right hand. There was no way Christopher was going to calm down enough for us to talk with Jensen here. Thankfully, Gerald went back to the bathroom and grabbed Derek’s utility belt. He ran down the hall and with a long brown straw, he blew a tiny arrow at Jensen. It hit him in the cheek and he fell asleep instantly, just as I had. The three men carried him to a storage room and tide him to a support column so we could talk in peace in the dining room.

I told them what kind of man Jensen was and what type of place I just escaped from. “I’ve encountered a lot of horrible people in the past few years, but nothing like Finn’s church. It’s a place of violence, rape, cannibalism and torture. Pane was right to stop him from leaving. If you let Jensen go, the first thing he’d do is tell Finn that he found a place in need of spiritual cleansing…which is be bull shit for kill us all and take your resources.”

“No wonder you tried to kill me,” said Gerald. He and Will were fresh from the showers and looking much more relaxed out of their zombie killing gear. Will was wearing a flannel shirt and jeans while Gerald was sporting a Star Wars T-shirt and pajama bottoms.

“It has been a long road of ass holes that brought me here,” I almost smiled; not because what I said was particularly clever. It’s just been a long time since I’d seen Christopher eat so heartily. Sure, the church had its big feasts every couple of days, but it was human meat. I couldn’t let him eat that, and the food their garden yielded was sickly. No, we were half starved the entire time we were there. But now he sat on my lap eating his fill. I hadn’t taken a bite just yet-I always let my boy eat first- but it smelled amazing; hearty potatoes, veggies, spices and chicken broth.

“So,” began Derek. “What do we do with him? He can’t stay, he can’t go.”

“I have plans for him,”Karen said into her bowl of soup.

THE ZOMBIE BOOK RELEASE DATE OCTOBER 20TH 2017