OUTNUMBERED volume 4: A Zombie Apocalypse Series Read Online Free PDF

and turned to me. "Yeah, throw it out and I'll get it in a minute." Angrily, he glared at Bea.
    Sam said, "I can give you a hand putting it on, if you like."
    John turned to Sam hatefully, "I don't need no damn help putting a wheel on. I'll take the tire, but if you try to follow me I'll shoot you dead. Leaving us alone is the safest thing you can do for yourselves."
    Kira took my rifle when I handed it toward her. The tire and steel wheel was heavy as I wrestled it over the side of the bed and let it drop onto the road's surface. It bounced twice before it fell over where I left it lie. "Let's go. We've wasted enough time here."
    Sam started the engine and drove a short ways before he made a right turn into the mall parking lot. Verlie turned to Kira. "How would you like that ole loon for a mate?"
    Kira didn't smile. "I'd shoot the old bastard. No one should have to live with a nutcase like that. He didn't even have enough sense to say thanks after we helped with the zombies or offered the new tire."
    I looked at Kria and in a deep voice said, "I'm a gonna have to teach you your place, old woman." Sam guffawed and Verlie said, "Good luck with that Tom Jacobs. You'll need it to tame this one." Kira slapped my leg, and we all had a good laugh and forced the grouchy, chauvinist pig, John Mitchell, from our thoughts.
    For the rest of the day we shopped at two major department stores and took our pick of jeans, and every article of clothing and accessories to go with them. Talk about deep discounts. When we left we were in such a good mood we even stopped several times to make long distance head shots on zombies up to half a block away. They weren't a danger to us at that distance, but it was a fresh experience to shoot the stinking monsters for the fun of it instead of always reacting to escape their formidable group attacks.
    We were all relaxed. A conversation many weeks ago with Frances filled my mind. I relayed it to the other three passengers. "She was adamant on noticing the original rotted zombies simply fall to the ground and stay there." I slowed the truck. "I'm seeing something here that may support what she said. Look across the ground in this wooded section. A few zombie bodies are scattered as far as you can see. They're not in groups as we normally find them when they attack us, so I doubt they've been shot. The reason we see them is because few weeds and scrubby bushes grow under the summer canopy of leaves. I'm thinking if we walked out through the weed covered fields we'd find zombies without damaged brains lying there where they've dropped." Thoughtful stares converged on me. "Let's watch closely on the way home, and see if we observe the undead dropping for no reason."
    Over the next three hours, two zombies were seen dropping to the ground without being shot and not getting back up.
     
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    Shane came to me at the end of April. He was responsible for planting this years crops and had the ground tilled and ready. We'd taken over surrounding farm land that had lain fallow beside ours for the past three years. Tending a five acre apple and peach orchard, sixty acre's of wheat, twenty acres of field corn, one acre of oats, two acres of potatoes, one acre of sweet corn and a four acre vegetable garden would require long hours from all of our members, me included. Since there were no longer any grocery stores or farmer's markets, we realized we could work to feed ourselves or starve.
    The previous harsh winter had frozen and ruined most of the canned foods packed in liquid that still remained in grocer's warehouses. In addition, lack of roof maintenance caused leaks that destroyed or badly damaged other dry foods like pasta, cake mixes, tea bags and dry cereals. Now it was up to us to provide as many of the basic cooking ingredients as we could. John Alton had designed large root cellars for the storage of root type vegetables like potatoes, turnips and carrots. Wooden barrels had been located for the storage