Infected Freaks (Book 2): The Echo of Decay Read Online Free PDF

him. Abraham could all but hear his grandson’s heart beat quickening at the sight of Sam.
    “This is a well-fortified defense,” Abraham said. “But is it to keep out the infected freaks or keep them trapped in?”
    Nobody answered because nobody knew.
    The Blazer rolled onward through the serpentine of abandoned furniture and poorly erected, improvised fences. He felt like he was being forced into an ambush. Abraham weaved the vehicle through the broken part of town, and after a sharp curve, he came to a tight space. A single ramp led up and down. Abraham kept the vehicle rolling through the constricted space. His eyes searched the high walls for men with guns. But only the smooth bricks of the buildings greeted him.
    “Do you think this place is abandoned?” Sam inquired.
    “It looks that way. Bob wouldn’t want people to come into his town. I think the place is meant to scare survivors away. But then again, we saw the smoke rising from the road, so maybe Bob doesn’t care.”
    The vehicle navigated deeper into the network of buildings, traveling the only path possible. There was only one way in and one way out and it was a tight squeeze. A cement truck on cinder blocks was surrounded by boards blocking one of the routes, a stack of Dumpsters blocked another path, and the last alley was obstructed by a pile of tables and poorly wielded gates. For an end-of-the-world scenario, Abraham thought the defenses were stout.
    “I bet the dead are watching from the windows,” Emme said, running her hands through her pockets. Next to her, the peculiar boy snored in a deep sleep. It was hard to fathom how the boy was still out cold.
    “We won’t be long,” Hunter said as if he were the boss. “Get some information and some fuel, and with any luck be in Denver before sunset.”
    Abraham ignored the boy as the growl of the tires brought the Blazer to a sudden stop. The maze ended at a long building connecting to a lofty series of warehouses. The first floor windows were all boarded up with the words NO TRESPASSING painted in red.
    “This place gives me the creeps,” Sam said.
    Killing the rhythm of the engine, he had a growing suspicion they would have to walk the rest of the way. Muttering curses under his breath, he cracked open the door and made his way to a shoddy ladder running up the side of the long buildings. The residence didn’t look inviting. Dropping down to a knee, he picked up a few 55.6 casings and then looked up toward the roofs.
    “What about the roll door?” Hunter asked, slipping out of the vehicle after his grandfather.
    Abraham gave it a lift. “It’s locked.” He looked up toward the roof again and then back to the vehicle. Smears of infected bodies being dragged toward the roll down door gave him pause. “Whoever is running this town has been killing the infected at this choke point.” He pointed his finger back to the door. “And it looks like they’re dragging their corpses inside.” This has to be Bob.
    Abraham felt a set of unseen eyes drilling his back. Nevertheless, when he turned to look, he saw only Sam kneading at her wrists. She looked charming in his daughter Alison’s fancy pea-coat.
    “Shall we have a look?” Hunter asked.
    “Who’s going to babysit the weird boy?” Sam reminded them, tugging at her borrowed cargo pants.
    Hunter rolled his hazel eyes toward the Blazer. “What you think, Grandpa?”
    “Let him sleep. Bob’s garage is only a few blocks away. It shouldn’t be that difficult once we get over this giant building.” Abraham let out a shallow grunt and placed his hands on his hips.
    “What about the freaks?” Hunter asked. “The clouds are blocking the sun. Won’t they come out?”
    “I don’t know. Everything I told you about Red Dead and the freaks is a theory.”
    “Alright, I’m ready to scout,” Hunter whispered, touching the ladder. At that time, Abraham peel back his grandson’s fingers and growl.
    “Let me take a look first and make