Jenny Undead (The Thirteen: Book One) Read Online Free PDF

them. Even if they have
Casey, they didn't have anything to do with it. It would be Joshua
and his friends.”
    “So? Let's take out Joshua.”
    “And then the others would live how?
They're not like us, Munro. They never had to learn to survive.
They only have what food Joshua can scavenge. It's a shit life. But
it's their family, you know? They're not free, but they don't want
to be.”
    Declan snorted. “Maybe they need to be set
free. Learn to fight.”
    “Not for us to say,” Jenny said.
“I'm the outsider there. Not them. Besides, you know if you
went in there and shot them up, it would start a war when the real Righteous found out. You're
worried this little splinter cult will kill me. Imagine if the real
deal got wind of what you're suggesting. The Thumpers and the Heathens, we're just
barely coexisting as it is. No. I'm just trying to get out of this
without anyone getting hurt.” She looked up at Declan's stony
face. “Enough people have been hurt, Deck.”
    “They'll hurt you if they figure you
out.”
    “Then I won't let them figure me
out,” she said. Declan pulled his arm tighter around her.
“I'll come back to you, Munro. You won't get rid of me so
easy.” Jenny heard Declan's sigh catch in his chest and he
wrapped her in a hug. She put both arms around his waist and her
hands up the back of his shirt until she felt warm skin. “I'm
sorry,” she whispered.
    Declan sniffed and stepped away. He smiled but
it didn't reach his eyes. “Do what you gotta do, Jen. I'll be
here when you get back. Remember your promise.”
    “Just fucking run,” she said.
    “Just fucking run,” he agreed.
“The roads are clear from the subway to the house. You
remember how to get there?”
    “Yeah,” Jenny said. “Thanks.
How will you get back?”
    He grinned. “Don't worry about me.”
He walked to the trunk and popped it. He pulled out two revolvers,
one nearly as long as his forearm and the other fitting neatly in
his hand. He thrust the smaller one toward Jenny. “This one's
for you.”
    “What the hell am I supposed to do with
that?” she said, motioning to her state of dress. She took
the gun anyway and looked at it. It was pretty banged up, but not a
bad little gun. It had been years since Jenny had actually shot
anything. People hoarded their guns now. Just in case.
    “Got you covered there, too,” he
said, pulling something brown out of the trunk and handing it to
her. A holster. “It goes around your thigh,” said
Declan. “Rosie found it for me.”
    Declan helped her cinch up the holster around
the leg that didn't have a knife attached to it. Jenny had to
admit, she loved having an arsenal on her thighs.
    “Hot damn,” he said, looking at it.
“You are dead sexy.”
    “It's a gift,” she said, dropping
the wool skirt. He looked disappointed and Jenny laughed.
    “You better come back,” he said.
“A gentleman's got urges.”
    “What does that have to do with
you?” Jenny said. He smiled and she put her arms around his
neck and kissed him deep and hard. When she pulled away she was
holding the keys and Declan was staggering a little. “You
going to walk home with just a little gun to keep you
company?” she said.
    “Nah,” he said, reaching into the
trunk again and pulling out a shining ax on a long handle. The wood
of the handle was stained brown with dried blood, though it looked
like he had sharpened and polished the blade. It had a wicked edge
on both sides of its head. “I think I can handle it,”
he said.
    She opened the car door.
    “Jenny,” said Declan. She met his
eyes. “If anything happens you, I'm going for that
motherfucker first thing.”
    “Joshua?” she said. “I can
handle Joshua.”

FOUR
    The car wasn't too hard to drive, once Jenny
figured it out. It made a hell of a racket, so she killed the
engine and parked a block from the entrance to the tunnel.
    The dead man on the pole had been screaming for
three days and hadn't let up since she'd been gone. Her