OUTNUMBERED (Book 1)
Page 7
I placed a heavy chain around Connie's neck and pulled it tight to the tree that was about her width. The sound of the padlock clicking shut sealed her fate.
"God damn you, Tom. You and that bitch cheated behind my back. I know you did. I don't deserve this, she does."
The four of us were silent. Connie's struggles, vile curses and screams were to no avail. We got in the truck to drive back to the compound as Connie relentlessly cursed us loudly. Her most vulgar diatribes were directed at Kira.
Eight of us took positions on the second floor at shooting ports designed to ward off a major attack by our undead enemies. I never dreamed in my most abhorrent nightmares they would be used against our own people. Kira stood at the station to the left of me, and Shane took my right side. Both were quiet and somber.
Connie lost all of her bravado and went silent. Through my rifle scope, her demeanor appeared fearful. Her neck twisted so her head faced toward where the undead could be heard as they scoured the terrain for living prey. It seemed fitting that she be submitted to the same horror her scheming actions had imposed first on Cory Petersen, then Emma, and finally on Kira.
A group of nine undead slowly approached Connie from our left. Deep guttural moans and occasional high pitched shrieks filled the air and drew us into their unreal world. I thought about how the undead sickness had ravished the planet, our country, and changed our lives so drastically. Connie had grown silent when the undead were close enough to hear her voice. The lead zombie focused on her, and it lurched forward at a faster gait. The others increased their shuffling, stumbling walk through the alfalfa to keep up. Three zombies stood out. They were fast and more coordinated. The faster ones quickly passed the slow monster at the front of the horde. These were the ones we had grown cautious of. A healthy person could easily outrun the slow undead, but these faster mutants could eventually catch and kill unarmed people. The undead didn't need to stop to rest or catch their breath. They simply kept coming and coming like a bowling ball rolling down Pike's Peak.
Connie watched them approach and finally couldn't restrain her fear any longer. She turned to face us and begged, screaming in a frightened, pleading tone. I could barely make out some of her words across the distance and filled in the rest. "Please someone, shoot me now, please. I beg you. Don't let them do this to me. I'm guilty, but for God's sake show me mercy. Please, I don't want to be torn apart by those dirty monsters. Please!"
I watched Kira's features soften and her bottom lip quiver. She raised her rifle, hesitated, then aimed and slowly exhaled. The zombies converged on Connie, and she screamed loud and nonstop in a terrified frenzy. Her legs moved in spasms as if to run away from the horror, but the chain held fast. Because of her thrashing, the chain cut into her neck so tight it drew a ring of blood. The fastest zombie was in a dead run four or five feet from Connie when Kira's first bullet jerked Connie's head back. Blood, brain and bone matter splattered the tree behind her. Her head fell forward as two more bullets buffeted her broken skull in quick succession. The rest of us shot the remaining zombies in the head with lethal accuracy. And then an eerie silence enveloped us as no one spoke.
Kira was a conundrum. Her action in granting Connie's last wish of mercy showed more compassion than I'd expected or that Connie deserved for that matter. I was determined to learn more about this intriguing woman.
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THE END- of Vol. 1
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