Anno Zombus Year 1 (Book 2): February Read Online Free PDF

immediately dangerous, and Pilot manoeuvered the helicopter closer to the roof.  The survivors were all terrified, but one by one they came to their senses and moved towards the chopper.  Junior stood on the landing skid, holding on with one hand, while assisting the survivors one by one inside.  One older man, with a massive red beard, flecked now with grey snow, a young woman, and two children, a boy and girl, around ten years old maybe.  All four began shivering as soon as we pulled away from the pub, so Junior and I handed them the blankets we had brought with us.
     
     
     
    mid-afternoon
     
    The four were all from the same family, as it turned out, Boy and Girl were cousins, the woman was their Auntie.  Redbeard was Auntie's cousin, which I suppose also made him the kids uncle.  They had planned a family reunion over the summer holidays, only it turned out their eldest just happened to have died during the celebrations on the 2nd.  They hadn't heard any news reports being far too busy partying, and great-grandma who had, mere hours before, been boasting that she still had all her own teeth started chewing on the youngest member of their clan, a six week old baby girl, as a small group of other Dead just happened along, perhaps drawn by the sounds of merriment and revelry.  And screaming babies in agony being torn apart by their freshly Dead ancestors.  They had only managed to stay alive by quickly barricading themselves first inside the pub, then creating ever more blockades for the Dead to overcome as they headed deeper and higher into the pub's innards.  Every barricade they lost someone, until only the four of them remained.  Girl was silent, staring into nothingness, as this tale was recited.  Boy just wept uncontrollably.  Auntie was barely older than the two kids herself, it turned out, and Redbeard...well, he was the one pointed at by the rest of the family, who used him as a caution for their kids.  “You don't want to be like Uncle Redbeard, do you kiddies?”  That type of thing.  Not a bad guy, just someone who has never managed to get anywhere with his life.
     
     
     
    Smart Guy showed them to their suites, the next corridor along from where we made our new home, and they made good use of their new abodes.  When he was done with the new arrivals, he took me into a computer lab.  “Damn,”  He began,  “I had higher hopes for that group.  One useful specimen, perhaps two.  The children are useless for now, they need to grow up in order to be able to use a gun.”  He sighed.  I took that moment to inform him that things have changed dramatically.  The kids can be every bit as useful as the adults, given a chance, and the right education.  There were weapons in the armoury that the kids could learn to use easily enough.  “Maybe you're right,” He allowed, “In any case, we will still need more people here.  Many many more people.”  He drifted off into his own mind, thinking about whatever it is Smart Guys like him think of at such times.
     
     
     
    evening
     
    Pilot came to dinner this evening, first to thank Junior and I for helping him reel in the new group, and also to tell us that he would be away for perhaps as much as a week, depending upon weather, doing the rounds, checking up on other survival centres that he knew of, some of which he knew were occupied, some he expected should be.  In any event, he said, we needed to set up some kind of survival network between all of these groups.  If we failed to do that, we were all fucked.  He was leaving in the morning, he said, and asked if anyone from our group wanted to volunteer to go along.  Junior almost shouted that he would come, and Pilot smiled.  Junior asked if Pilot could teach him how to fly, maybe?  Pilot's smile broadened.  The new group kept to themselves over dinner, Redbeard at least coming over to me after he had finished eating to thank me once more for saving what remained of his family.