Brent Acuff - Undead Nation 02 Read Online Free PDF

closer to the door to give the other room. Both men had been pressed into going, their loved ones suffering the indignity of being used to coerce the men into 'volunteering.'
    Liam kept an eye on both John and Alex, finally pushing Alex to speak. "You might need to tell them, man. It might just make things a little better, you know?"
    "What is he talking about?" John yelled again, but this time emphasized his point by raising his Glock .45 to aim at the back of Alex's head. Everyone in the truck threw their hands up and pushed themselves out of the path of the weapon, save for Alex who kept his hands on the wheel.
    "Put it down, John," Alex said with an unnatural calm. "Put the gun down before you get us all killed..."
    "The bullet's going into your head if you don't tell me..."
    "And then this car drives off the road and into the trees, or a ditch, probably killing everyone since none of us know how to buckle a seatbelt," Alex said. "And god help us that it does, because if you're trapped in this car when those deaders find you..." His voice trailed off to leave the worst part to their imaginations.
    John lowered the gun, but continued yelling at Alex. "Stop this car. Stop this fucking car and let me out!"
    Alex complied with the man's wishes, if not a little too eagerly. He slammed on the brakes of the humvee, locking the brakes and spinning the wheel to the right. The large vehicle fishtailed and pinned John to the door. They could hear the vehicle behind them slamming on their brakes and turning to avoid slamming into the first vehicle. Both vehicles came to a stop, and just as the passengers were beginning to realize what had happened, Alex reached behind him and swung.
    His fist caught John on the left side of his jaw and snapped his head around. The younger man was not unconscious, but he certainly didn't have his senses about him.  
    Throwing the car in park, Alex leaped out of the vehicle and quickly made his way to the passenger door where John was sitting. Hayden Ingram, who had been in the second car, fell out of the door, yelling at Alex.
    "What the hell are you doing?"  
    Not stopping to answer his brother-in-law's question, Alex wrenched open the door of the humvee and pulled John out. He snatched the gun from the man's hand before John's senses returned to him, ejecting the magazine and clearing the chamber before tossing the weapon back in the open door.
    Liam's hand grabbed Alex by the arm, but it was a mistake. Alex's temper was out of control and before he could think of what he was doing, Alex had swung at his friend, landing a solid punch across his face.  
    Liam fell to the ground and lay there, more in shock than from pain or injury. That event seemed to snap Alex back to the present and he deflated.
    "I'm sorry," Alex said to his friend and stooped to help Liam to his feet. Liam pushed away his hands, not wanting Alex's help. Alex stood over his friend, pride wounded and embarrassed.  
    After a moment Alex said to everyone, "Back in the cars." No one moved.
    Looking around the group, Alex said again, "Everyone, get back in the cars. We need to move." Still no one moved.
    Dr. Cahn pushed his way to the front and asked, "What just happened, Alex?" Alex didn't respond, nor did he look at the doctor. John still lay sprawled on the ground from where he had been dropped, and Liam slowly got to his feet. All eyes were on Alex.
    "Get in the cars. That shit will have every deader for miles headed this way." Alex's words fell once more on deaf ears. "Fine," he said and walked to the driver side of the humvee. "Suit yourselves."  
    Alex pulled the gun from his holster. Flipping off the safety he fired a round into the nearest car, the a second parked behind. The sounds of zombie moans increased in volume as the once trapped zombies now had an avenue of escape. Reaching inside the humvee Alex slammed his fist into the horn and held it there, announcing their presence to everyone in the area. "I'm leaving