Cassie (Adrian's Undead Diary Book 8) Read Online Free PDF

living people out and about, there has been little reason to risk drawing them in either. Up to this point, it has been simply safer to sit back and observe. Of course when we roll in to visit them, there are some undead milling about, and our vehicles made enough noise to draw in more beyond that, so we naturally had to deal with some action on the surface streets.
    Caleb drove over a zombie as we pulled into the parking area near the building, and we dismounted quickly to set up a perimeter. There were perhaps 4 or 5 undead danger close to the vehicles. I hopped out and walked over to the zombie Caleb had hit. I had the halligan on me from the HRT, and as Abby got on the roof of the HRT to provide additional cover for me, I took a deep breath, and brought the halligan down onto the skull of the still crawling dead man. His legs were shattered and twisted something awful, and he wasn’t any danger to anyone, most importantly me at that moment, and that’s why I did him in the way I did. I needed a bunny to get back on the gravy train, to break myself back in. The sound and feel of his skull breaking under the halligan’s weight was sickening. Like smashing a flesh covered, brain filled coconut. I tried really hard to avoid looking at his eyes. I think looking at his eyes might've been too much for me. I don't want to admit this, but it was a welcomed feeling for me.  
    Abby gave me a quiet golf clap from the roof of the HRT as I pried the halligan free. I laughed at her. I was a little pissed at her, because her clap made me feel like she knew that was a big moment for me. I’m just self conscious about it. I need to face that.
    The rest of the group fanned out to make our perimeter and put down the zombies in the vicinity, and once we’d made it safe, thankfully without having to fire any shots, we proceeded with the restock.
    Not a ton of news to report on that. We took their garbage, refilled their water and food as needed, and dropped off a few hundred extra rounds. We had been waffling on the idea of upping their staff, and when we were there I made the decision we needed to. While we were inside the building I took time to check the world around it for movement, and to be honest, I saw far too fucking many undead in the streets. That's the disadvantage of being able to see the big picture: sometimes it's scary. A fair handful of them wandered over to the building while we were there, so the folks pulling security at the door had steady work on their hands.  
    Something also felt… off. I can’t place what it is yet, but every time I looked out the windows there, I had the feeling that I was missing something. Ever had that feeling Mr. Journal? It’s like when you’re about to leave the house, and you just feel like you’re forgetting something? Like you left the stove on, or forgot to brush your teeth or something. Same idea. I just had this fucked up feeling that I was missing some detail.
    Anyhoo, seeing Mallory again was awkward. I don’t think she expected to see me either, because ten seconds after she saw me, she disappeared to “check on something.”  
    Chicks. So much drama.
    When we cleared out I left them with the fact that I’d be back tomorrow. Thinking about McGreevy’s rifle the other day, and being on top of that building made me want to take some shots. Plus, Alex and George are there now, and they’re both decent shots, as is Mallory, so I feel pretty comfortable getting on a balcony, and putting lead downrange. I know I’ll draw in a lot of the dead, and I’m counting on that. The herd needs thinning, and I need safe trigger time.
    We also discussed the temperatures. It’s been really quite cold, and MGR isn’t staying all that warm. We still have that wood stove from Sylvia’s cabin, and I’m bringing it back to MGR tomorrow. Ethan has agreed to come to the tower with me to stay while I’m there, and that’ll make getting the stove in and up the stairs to a central location