Cry Zombie Cry (I Zombie Book 5) Read Online Free PDF

smiled again. “Give me twenty minutes and a kiss.”
    The second the word came out of Jamal’s mouth, his cheeks flushed brilliant red.
    “ Did I actually voice that? Please tell me you didn’t hear—”
    Instead of enjoying Jamal wriggle and writhe his way out of this one, I pressed my lips against his. The moment wasn’t perfect, but it was one filled with certainty and a level of secure familiarity I hadn’t felt in a long time. Even without “perfect,” I wanted to dwell in the moment and forget the shit-storm that drained the planet of the will to live.
    “ Okay, you can have them in ten,” Jamal winked, and turned to focus on the task at hand. With his head out of the way, I caught a glimpse of Echo; the look on her face was beyond precious. When she nodded, I knew things were headed down the right path.
    For that one second, I felt alive again, like there was something to pull me out of the downward spiral. Yes, my heart was still broken by the loss of baby Jacob. Yes, I knew nearly every ounce of energy I had was focused on his return. But fuck, my heart still needed to beat a steady rhythm before it forgot how. That kiss was the jump-start I needed.
    A single, simple kiss and I am once again a woman, a human…alive.
    I wanted to cry. My hormones were waging a war I wasn’t sure I could win. I was suffering the first ever case of post-apocalyptic-partum depression. Before I dropped to my knees and let loose a Medea-level wail of sorrow, I rushed away from the Hummer.
    “ Morgan,” I called out, the second I spotted her. “I’ve got Jamal modifying the walkies. We’ll be able to safely use them as we travel. Oh, and I don’t think Rizzo should go alone.”
    “ Agreed. I’ll send Joshua with her. It’s going to be a long trip. We’ll stop, fuel up, locate some supplies, and make our way to New Salt Lake City. Once we’re there…?” Morgan’s eyebrow shot up.
    “ We start planning for world domination.”
    Morgan nodded and sped off toward Rizzo and Josh.
     
    *
     
    We finally managed to get on the road. Morgan looked perfectly at home behind the wheel of the Hummer. Out of curiosity, I switched on the radio. The last time I checked, the FM frequencies were a wasteland of static. There were a few pirate radio stations scattered along the AM dial, but most of them filled the airwaves with conspiracy theories born of hatred and ignorance. You never knew what flavor of stupidity you would land on.
    I stuck with FM and pressed the Seek button. Before I could hope for a little eighties or nineties throwback, a familiar voice bounced from the speakers.
    “ You’re listening to WZMB, Zombie Radio. Your personal soundtrack to the end of the world. That was Die So Fluid and their anthem for the new world order, ‘The World Is Too Big For One Lifetime . ’ As for me, well, as far as you know, I’m a cat and I’ve only run through one of my lifetimes. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, the rumors of my demise were just like a teenage boy’s first date…premature. I’m here. I’ve always been here. I will always be here. Veni, vidi, vici. That’s not to say I am to be compared to Caesar; but you get the idea. Caveat fuck you, Zero Day Collective. Now that might be more apropos. If any of you are curious—and don’t deny that curiosity because I will call shenanigans on your ass if you do—I faked my death. That’s right: here on the radio I made it seem like I grew weak in the knees and deep-throated a pistol to end the swelling misery. But like Jesus and Robert Downey Jr.’s career, I resurrected myself to be bigger, badder, and bolder than ever before. I am Iron Man Christ and you, zombie radio nation, are stuck with me—whether you like it nor not. So, with that, I’m going to drop a little metal on your ass that is as fitting as Hailey Williams’s jeans. Hubba hubba, that image makes me smile. How’s about a little Halford and ‘Resurrection’?”
    “ B?” Morgan