People Are Not Your Friends 3

by William R. Rohn

  Contents

  Title

  Copyright

  Dedication

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Fourteen

  Fifteen

  Sixteen

  Seventeen

  Eighteen

  Nineteen

  Keep Reading

  Other Books by Author

  About the Author

  People Are Not Your Friends #3

  William R Rohn

  People Are Not Your Friends #3 is copyright © 2019 by William R Rohn.

  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or deceased, is coincidental and not intended by the author. All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the author.

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  To Pamela who always believed and to all those who lent a hand.

  One

  The house wasn't much, but it had kept them safe through the night. The sun was just coming up. Megan went over to wake Marcus up. She shook him.

  "Jesus," he said. "What time is it?"

  "Early," said Megan. "We need to go look for Josh."

  "I need sleep," said Marcus and rolled over.

  "This is the best time to move. The time of least marauder activity," said Megan shaking Marcus again.

  "That is because they all get to sleep too," said Marcus without rolling over.

  "Exactly. We need to do this now," said Megan.

  "He's gone Megan. Give it a rest," said Marcus

  Megan punched his shoulder. "He is not gone," said Megan.

  "Shit!" said Marcus. "Stop that. Did you see him get out?" Marcus rolled over enough to see her.

  "No," she said.

  "Then he didn't get out."

  "You don't know that."

  "I know it is not safe to go back to the shop."

  "I need to go look around," said Megan. "Then we can find someplace safe."

  "There is no place safe," said Marcus rolling over again.

  "But there are places that are safer than this," said Megan looking around the house.

  "That is what everyone says. Sometimes it just has to be safe enough. It is unlikely that the marauders will come looking for us today. They always get distracted by other things," said Marcus.

  "Is that how it was with your group?" said Megan.

  "It is how it is for the end of the world. Shit comes up."

  "I'm going to go look for Josh."

  "So go."

  "Will you be here when I get back?"

  "Hell if I know."

  "Hey," said Lisa rolling over. "I'm trying to sleep... What's going on?"

  "I'm going to go look for Josh," said Megan.

  "Oh," said Lisa.

  "You coming?"

  "I'm sticking with him," said Lisa. "No offense, but I think he can protect me better, plus he doesn't seem to be stupid enough to want to go back there. So you can go look for your boyfriend on your own."

  "He's not my boyfriend," said Megan.

  "Good to know," said Lisa.

  "So go look for your friend alone," said Marcus.

  "I just met him," said Megan.

  "Then forget him and stay with us. Safety in numbers," said Marcus.

  "That hasn't been my experience," said Megan. "And I'm going. I'll check back when I'm done to see if you are still here."

  "Fine," said Marcus. "But we aren't waiting around. Soon as I get my sleep we are out of here."

  "You going anywhere in particular?" said Megan.

  "No," said Marcus.

  "Then I'll see you guys around. I'd say it has been good knowing you, but really it has been all suck since we met," said Megan.

  "Love you too," said Marcus.

  "I just...," said Megan. "Bye."

  She picked up her bag, her shotgun and her bat and went to the door. She looked back at them. Marcus seemed to already be back asleep. Lisa watched her go.

  It was peaceful outside. In the morning it almost seemed like there was nothing wrong. But the day always went to crap after that. It was always something.

  She could still see a small column of smoke from where the shop was. She carefully picked her way in that direction. Fire always brought zombies. She wondered how crowded it would be.

  They really hadn't made it very far from the shop, but the maze of different neighborhoods full of homes had made it pretty easy to disappear. But Megan had to be careful of both people and zombies in the daylight. Every corner she came to was a danger.

  The streets were quiet. She didn't hear any sounds of vehicles. That was a good sign. She wasn't trying to go close to the shop, she just wanted a look at it from down the street. She didn't know what she was looking for. It was just going to be a burned out building.

  What she didn't expect was the number of zombies that were around it. There must be almost a hundred. But they were all close in to the building. Nothing was alive in there anymore. The marauders had obviously left. Now only the dead were there.

  So what was the best way to find someone who you had lost? She needed to make some kind of a grid search, but that would take too long. Maybe she could do a zombie search? Check what the zombies were paying attention to? She went back the way she had come and then began to go down a street that ran parallel to the shop. After she went a fair distance past the shop without encountering any zombies she cut in a few more streets and then walked the other direction.

  It was at the end of her next pass that she finally saw some zombies. Something had distracted them from the fire. Could it have been Josh? For all she knew it wasn't anything. This could just be a zombie who was too slow getting to the burning building. Or it could have chased a dog, or even the marauders.

  She avoided the zombie, but started making a search arc out from it. She encountered more zombies and directed her search at the way they seemed to be looking. She hadn't seen any other sign of anyone passing. What if this didn't work? It was kind of a crackpot theory. Anything could have diverted a zombie's attention.

  Two

  Sahir stared at the wall. He had been doing this for days. It had all gone to shit so fast. He wasn't even suppose to be alive anymore. They were going to change the world, but the world changed without them.

  He had trained and waited for over five years. Avoided drawing attention to himself. Given up everything so that he could serve the greater good. To give his life. That had been the plan.

  Two days more was all that they had needed. Two more days of normalcy. But the virus and the zombies had taken that from him. They had taken from him the chance to make a difference.

  He looked through the window at the others. They were all dead. Dead but walking around. Unable to fulfill their mission even if it had still been a viable target. What could they do now for the cause? Was there even a cause anymore?

  Sahir had already decided that the vests would be exploded. His dead comrades would deliver them. The only question was where?

  He knew there were other people around. He heard the gunfire and saw the smoke from burning buildings. Everything was more diffic
ult now that the electricity and the water had went out. Those that had been sitting tight hoping to be rescued couldn't wait any longer. They now needed to get out.

  That would mean that those who were preying on them would be plenty busy and plenty dangerous. Maybe he should just take out some of the marauders. It would be more fun than killing a few stragglers. He just needed to find out where they hung out at and deliver the suicide zombies to them. They wouldn't know what hit them.

  He did need to redo the remote detonators. The cell towers were down now. He needed to reconfigure the detonators to radio. For that he needed some parts. But he knew where to get them.

  Three

  Nishi could hear the noise the zombie made. Still she continued her kata until it was complete. Karate required focus and discipline. Since the end of civilization there had been lots of time for karate. She finished her training, bowed and left the training floor.

  She went over to the door behind which the zombie moved. She heard the noise it made. Strangely she was comforted that he was still there.

  "I have completed my training for the day sensei. I will now try to find you something to eat."

  The growling behind the door continued. It was foolish she knew, but she could not bring herself to kill him. The other zombies she did not hesitate to bring to their end, but she had not been able to kill the old sensei.

  She took the katana from its stand and strapped it on. Zombies were no particular challenge for those who knew how to use a weapon. The katana was what she chose to dispatch them with. It was quick and silent. The real danger with zombies was to attract a crowd. But you really had to be foolish or unlucky to be killed by the zombies.

  She left the dojo and locked the door. Her food supply was running low. She also now had to worry about water. There was little meat available to feed her sensei. He would not eat meat from other zombies.

  Nishi was sure that her master had moved on. She wondered how long it would take for him to come into his next life? There were few births happening here and many souls waiting to be reborn.

  She had marked each house that she had searched. There was no sense wasting time wandering into the same places again and again. She went north and kept going until she found a house that was not marked.

  The house was a mess. She could hear it moving, trapped in some room in the back. Nishi drew the katana from its sheath and readied it. They were in the bedroom. A man and a woman. She cut them down swiftly with two clean blows. Their bodies fell to the floor.

  Now there was silence in the home. She went back to the kitchen and looked for food. Not a lot, but some. She piled it out on to the counter, so she could sort it and take what she could use. What she couldn't carry this trip, she would hide for another.

  There was no water or drinks. A few spoiled things in the refrigerator. Nothing she could use. She needed to find water or a filter would be excellent. But there was none here. She would continue to take her water from the ponds outside the dojo, but she might get sick.

  She had been feeding the fish to her sensei, but now they were onto her and were not easy to catch. There were not many left anyways. She needed to find something for him to eat.

  Four

  "It's fucking raining," said Lisa.

  She was getting wet. She didn't like getting wet. Marcus just kept on walking.

  "There isn't anyplace that looks safe around here," said Marcus.

  "What about that?" said Lisa pointing at a five foot high line of hedges. "It looks like its sealed off."

  "You see the gate?"

  "I think it is back there."

  "Well I guess it is as good as anyplace," said Marcus.

  He changed direction and she followed him towards the gate. Marcus fiddled with the gate when they got there. Then he swung it open.

  "Latched, but not locked."

  "Let's see if we can get into the building and out of the rain," said Lisa.

  She moved past him. Twenty feet on she came to a door. She tried it. It opened right up. She swung the door open. Empty hallway. She waited. Nothing.

  Marcus walked past her with his pistol out. They walked past a room with mats. Further in there was a small kitchen. Everything seemed to still be neatly in place.

  "Seems empty," said Marcus.

  He put his gun away.

  "I got to get out of these wet clothes and let them dry," said Lisa.

  She went out into the room with the mats. There were some chairs off the mats against one wall. She walked over to them and stripped off her clothes. She laid them out on the chairs.

  Lisa sat down on the mat and leaned against the wall. Damn she was tired. All this walking and running and getting shot at was for the birds. Where was her nice comfy Zippy Shack. All it had been missing was a nice soft bed, at least while the electricity had been on.

  She heard Marcus coming. She was naked, but she really didn't care. It was the end of the world. He came around the corner.

  "Whoa!" he said. "Sorry I didn't know you were naked."

  "Get over it," said Lisa. "It's the end of the world and there are zombies everywhere. It is no time to be shy. Besides I'm tired."

  "Well I guess if you put it that way, it makes sense," said Marcus. "Aren't you afraid someone might..."

  Lisa spread her legs. "You want some? Cause I'll give it to you."

  Marcus came over and sat down next to her against the wall. He shook his head.

  "You are something else," said Marcus.

  "Why? Because I am willing to have sex with strangers who may keep me alive?" said Lisa. She looked over at him.

  "Were you like this before?"

  "You wouldn't have looked at me twice before."

  "What makes you think I'm looking at you twice now?"

  "It's the zombie apocalypse. Who knows how long it's going to be before you find another woman. Besides I saw you look twice."

  "So you think your value has gone up?"

  "I think as long as I am alive my value is pretty high," said Lisa. "Besides, I don't have that dangerousness about me that Megan had. Piss her off and one night you would end up with that bat lodged in your head."

  "It is mostly dangerous people who are surviving out here."

  "I can be dangerous," said Lisa. "Just need a couple more weeks of this scrounge or starve diet and I'll be right there with Megan. So you best take advantage of me while you can."

  "I'm not sure if it's me taking advantage of you or you taking advantage of me," said Marcus.

  "How about you stop caring and get out of those wet clothes. Then we can take care of each other while our clothes dry."

  Marcus stood up. He paused for a long moment and then went over to the chairs. He took his clothes off. She looked over his muscled body. Damn, she was in heaven.

  He walked over to her and stood above her. Lisa didn't think she was going to get much rest. In fact she was almost sure of it.

  Five

  It was raining. Sahir didn't like the rain. He wasn't sure why. It just felt wrong somehow. But he bundled up in a jacket and slung the AK-47 under it. He wasn't going far, but you could never have too much firepower. But for the zombies he carried a machete. It was quiet and effective.

  There was an electronics store three streets over. If idiots hadn't burned it down, it should still be there. No one would be very interested in the parts and equipment inside. Not yet anyways. Eventually someone who knew the value of these things now would come into power. Until then they weren't worth as much as dirt.

  He came upon a zombie in the alley that was eating something. He hit it in the back of the head with the machete and it dropped. It hadn't even turned towards him. Maybe the rain messed up their senses. Maybe they couldn't smell the living or tell the difference between falling rain and movement. What if noise was all the same to them?

  Didn't really matter. Tom's Electric Appliances was still standing. He hadn't been inside since the end of the world, but before that it had what he neede
d. He went to the front door. It was locked. It would be safer to break in through the back door.

  Sahir went around the building and into the alley that led to the back. He found another zombie just staring up at the rain. What the fuck was this? He hit it hard with the machete and it went down.

  That was two that hadn't noticed his approach in the rain. Maybe he was onto something.

  The back door was locked too. That was a good sign. He got out his crowbar and went to work on the door. Luckily it didn't take much and he pried it open. The only problem was that now the door wouldn't close and the rain had stopped.

  He went inside and pulled the door shut. If he didn't find what he needed right away, he would have to come back with some string or wire to keep it from blowing open.

  Inside it was all still neat and tidy. No one had bothered to come in here. He went out to the small sales floor and picked up the miscellaneous parts that he knew he needed. Then he went in back and found the more specialized parts. It was all coming together.

  There was a five gallon water bottle sitting in a dispenser. It was half full. Sahir pulled down on the paper cups and filled one. The water was good. This could be valuable to him. But it was a lot to carry. There was a full five gallon jug sitting next to it.

  Sahir moved it. It was heavy. Too heavy to go very far through the zombie infested streets. He either needed a vehicle or someone to help him carry it. The vehicle would probably be easiest.

  He walked back out into the hallway. He heard something knocking on the window. He turned and saw the man smiling at him. The man motioned for him to come closer. Sahir slowly went forward. He came to the counter that separated the sales floor from the back. The man was motioning for him to come closer.

  Behind the counter Sahir reached into his jacket and unslung the AK-47. He held it low so that the man couldn't see it. The man waved him over, but Sahir shook his head no.

  The man shrugged and walked out of view. Sahir brought the AK-47 up onto the counter and made sure it was ready and aimed at where the man had been. A few seconds later the man was back with a shotgun. Sahir cut him in half with a short burst. The man fell.