No Mere Zombie: Deathless Book 2 Read Online Free PDF

yoga pants as Liz, with a black tank top that left her pale shoulders exposed. She caught his eye. “Be careful, Blair.”
    “It’s probably nothing, but we have to check,” he said, shrugging. He turned towards the building, eyeing the route in between. “Four jumps. You going to hitch a ride, Liz?”  
    “Sure, faster that way,” she said, flowing into the darkness like inky mist. Damn, it was eerie. He couldn’t feel anything, not the slightest hint that she was in his shadow. Yet he was positive she was there.
    He bounded down the slope, drawing on the moon’s strength to fuel his blur. The wind whipped at his clothing, blowing his hood back and plastering the jacket to his body. He landed just outside the grocery store in the middle of a near - empty parking lot. He raised his nose, examining the scents. Soap. Sweat. Urine.  
    “You were right. There’s someone alive in there,” he whispered, moving to the door in a low crouch. He peered through the glass, scanning the dark aisles. A normal person would be blind, but the thin moonlight lit the place like day for his eyes. He could clearly make out several figures. “Look, crouched there in the produce section. Four of them.”
    “Shall we introduce ourselves?” Liz’s disembodied voice asked, still wrapped in shadow.  
    “Ok, I’ll go inside. Stick to the shadows unless I get into trouble. We don’t want them to feel threatened,” he replied, rising to his feet. He rapped lightly on the glass.  
    Two of the four figures drew together, whispering. He couldn’t quite catch their heartbeats, but the words were plain. A young man was speaking in Spanish. “We should let him in. He could die out there.”
    “We barely have enough food as it is,” an older woman hissed. Mother maybe? “Besides, what if he’s been bitten by those things. We can’t take a chance.”
    “I’m letting him in,” another man said, this one older. He rose and started walking towards the door. Blair did his best to look harmless as the man approached. He stopped at the door and turned the bolt, then heaved until the glass slid open. He peered out at Blair. “Get inside and be quick about it. Those things can show up at any moment.”
    Blair ducked inside, waiting near the grocery carts while the man slid the door shut. He hurried back to the produce section, gesturing towards Blair to follow. The man led him to the back where the other three figures all squatted in darkness.
    “I’m Miguel, this is Yvessa, her son Juan and that's Carlos,” Miguel explained. He leaned forward, the moonlight illuminating the left side of this face. “Listen, you ain’t been bit, have you? By those things.”
    “No, I haven’t,” Blair replied.
    “How did you get past them then? They’re everywhere,” asked the woman Miguel had introduced as Yvessa.  
    “You wouldn’t believe me and it’s not that important. My friends and I are doing our best to clear the city, but like you said those things are everywhere,” he said, unsure how much he should reveal. He wished they’d discussed what to actually say before approaching survivors. Too late now.  
    “You’re one of those wolf things, aren’t you?” Juan said, a bit louder than the others in his excitement. “I told mom that I saw one of them fighting the zombies. She didn’t believe me, but it makes sense. Everyone just sort of forgot all the werewolves when the zombies came, but they’re still out there. A lot of them. They stopped killing us and started killing zombies. Guess they hate them even more than they hate us.”
    “Yes, I’m one of them,” Blair admitted. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest move, but they were going to find out soon enough. "Listen, I know the werewolves went crazy and a lot of people died. That’s over. Werewolves will kill the zombies and protect you.”
    “You expect us to believe that? You eat people,” Yvessa screeched, voice echoing through the store.
    Everyone froze. They waited