Better Lucky than Good (Records of the Resistance) Read Online Free PDF

of her. Melanie had gained courage from the selfless individuals who had surrounded her and began participating in supply runs. Such a horrendous ordeal can often form strong bonds between people, in a very short amount of time. She owed them her life and she had stood by idly, and watched them burn. She was no further ahead now, then when David had first rescued her.  

    "Melanie, listen to me! I'm going to do my best to get you to safety, but I'm in the dark here. I need to know what direction the river is in!" Clay explained, knowing that with the river being as wide as it was, should they follow it long enough, he may find a small island on it.  

    Finally, Clay received feedback from Melanie.

    "The river runs behind the house." she replied absently.

    Clay immediately led Melanie off the long driveway and into the wooded area to its side. Clay had observed while on the crest of the hill, that the house was located in a horseshoe shaped clearing within the woods. Although the night was brightly lit by the clear skies, the woods would be darkened by the forest canopy. They had a chance to make it beyond the burning farm house before the infected crossed the clearing and into the woodlot, provided that they moved quickly.  

    "Melanie, this is very important. You need to pay attention. Are you listening to me?" Clay asked, attempting to regain her focus.

    Melanie was slow to respond, but nodded in the affirmative.

    "Alright... Good. Grab a hold of the handle on my pack and whatever you do, DON'T let go! We're getting the hell out of here. But we need to do it fast. Stop when I stop, crouch when I crouch and whatever you do, be quiet!" Clay said, issuing his instructions to Melanie very quickly.

    When Clay turned, he felt Melanie grab the handle on his pack. He mounted his shotgun and immediately began pressing forward through the woods. For a while they tripped and stumbled. Even at one point, becoming entangled in the thick vegetation. Luckily, they eventually located a game trail. Though narrow, it was tall enough to allow the pair to utilize it with some degree of comfort. Clay was an experienced woodsman and knew that the trail was likely frequented by the local deer herd, who were using this path to gain access to the cornfield.

    "Melanie, are you with me?" he asked quietly, trying to asses her condition.

    "Mmmhmm..." Melanie answered, her exhaustion painfully obvious to Clay.

    "The farmhouse is to our left and the corn field is to our right. With any luck, this trail at some point in going to bring us within earshot of the river. It's a quiet night, so we'll be able to hear the water from a good distance. We'll be able to find our way from there." Clay said confidently.

    "... Clay, I'm tired." she replied, only half listening to him as he spoke.

    "I know. Just keep your hand on my pack and it'll be over soon enough." Clay said, trying to sound as reassuring as he could.

    They continued down the deer path. The morning dew had begun to settle on the ground and the debris was wet enough to conceal the sound of their movement. The trail was still well used by the local fauna, keeping it relatively clear of anything that might generate noise and betray their position to the undead. As they progressed further along the path, Clay had begun to hear movement coming from the woods to his left. He knew in the back of his mind that the infected must have wandered through the clearing and into the woods. He hoped as hard as he could that Melanie was too tired to notice.

    Clay stopped abruptly, causing Melanie to bump into his pack. The sounds emanating from the woods in the direction of the farmhouse were growing close. Very close. He slowly dropped down to one knee and Melanie followed suit, just as she had been instructed. The burning two story home, generated enough light that Clay could begin to see the silhouettes belonging to an uncountable number undead approaching their position.  

    "Shhhhhh...." Clay