Endings: Dystopian Post Apocalyptic Zombie Thriller (Parables From The Apocalypse Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

furniture, and plumbing fixtures.  Whatever had happened here in Calhoun, the worst of it had hit city hall.  If I just detour down a few of these side streets, I can likely make it to this road, and get to Abby's place, Chaz thought.
     
    Considering all the destruction, it was surprising that Chaz hadn't seen any casualties around.  At least the military had done some sort of cleanup.  They couldn't have been in too much of a hurry to leave.  Chaz backtracked a block, and took the first street north.  It took a while till he found a street running parallel with the main street that looked passable.  The roads weren't in great condition, but the further he got from downtown, the better they got.  Eventually he got back on track, driving towards Abby's last known address. 
     
     
     

Street Brawl
     
    Chaz made the last turn onto Abby's street.  The street, however, was barricaded with a bunch of burned-out cars.  There were three cars parked lengthways, and an old transport truck behind them.  Someone obviously didn't want visitors. Chaz figured he wasn't just a visitor, he was family. It would take more than some rebel roadblock to keep him from his family. He backed up a bit, cranked the wheel hard right, and proceeded to drive up the sidewalk past the roadblock. Just as he hit the curb, a sniper's shot rang out from one of the houses.  The bullet pierced the front windshield on the passenger side, spider-cracked the windshield, and lodged itself into the passenger-seat headrest.  What the hell, thought Chaz.  These were bulletproof windows.  Someone was serious enough to use armor-piercing bullets. 
     
    Chaz decided plowing straight ahead was not the smart move here.  He backed up to the middle of the street.  At least here, the old transport was blocking the sniper's aim.  This time, Chaz wheeled hard to the left.  With the transport blocking the sniper's angle, he could gun the Humvee over the curb, pick up speed, and be halfway down the street before the sniper had a bead on him.  Chaz started to make his move to the left when another shot rang out.  This time it hit the windshield just to the right of his face. The bullet buried itself into the right side of his headrest.  It narrowly missed Chaz's face, but created enough spider cracks to severely impair his view.  Chaz hit the brakes once more, and backed up behind the protection of the transport. 
     
    Well , thought Chaz, that limits my options.  There's more than one shooter here. I'm outnumbered, and these aren't amateurs.  They certainly don't want me here, but they don't seem to want me dead either.  They could have done that with either shot.  Maybe I can talk my way out of this.  Chaz pulled out his sidearm, and placed it on the passenger seat beside him.  He climbed out of the Humvee and placed his hands behind his head.  He walked slowly around the barricade.  A shot rang out and pierced the headlight of the car behind him.  Chaz stopped and yelled in the general direction of the shooter, "Look, I just want to talk, I'm not here to hurt anyone or take anything."  Nothing.  No response came from either side of the road.  Chaz thought , I really hope I'm right about this.  Whoever these guys are, they may be excellent marksman, but they're not killers.   He continued forward around the cars and transport until he was completely out in the open.  Once more Chaz called out, "I'm looking for Abby Sheperd.  I'm her husband.  I don't want to hurt anyone, and I don't want to steal anything.  I just want to talk to my wife."
    Another voice called out from the right from an amplified speaker.  "Stay where you are.  I'm coming down to you.  If you take another step, the next bullet won't miss."
     
    Chaz thought, yea right.  You guys don't have the guts to kill me.  You just want me gone. Still, he held his ground.  It took a few minutes, but a few houses down, the front door opened.  Chaz could see a man slowly