State of Decay (Omnibus (Parts 1-4)) Read Online Free PDF

of each other … and right in front of my face was the caramel flavored ones. Those were my favorites. I snatched a box off of the shelf and used my clean, smaller knife to tear open the box. I snatched a fifty count bag out and shoved it into my pack. I even snagged a bag of the Strawberry lemonade refreshers. I figured I deserved it … especially since the zombie that had nearly just taken me out was still wearing a Starbucks employee apron. I’m pretty sure I could have sued under normal circumstances. A small, hysterical laugh burst through my lips. No time to crack up now … I needed to get a move on. I didn’t want to get stuck in town when the sun went down. I shivered and closed up my bag as I headed to the back of the store … this time I kept an eye out for anymore zombiefied baristas as I went.
    There was an old set of stairs in the very back of the store with a sign that read “employees only”. I pulled it open and went up onto the second floor. The room was large and housed a ton of boxes. I quickly made my way over to what looked like a trap door leading up to the roof. I pulled on a cord hanging from the ceiling and a set of stairs folded down. When I made it out onto the roof I knelt down and then slowly made my way over to the front of the roof that over looked the center of town. From my vantage point on the roof, I could see that my earlier zombie estimation had been a little off. If I had to guess, I’d have said there were definitely closer to a hundred zombies that I could see … no telling how many were inside of buildings or outside of my view.
    I sat my bag down and pulled out the boxes of ammo I had in my pack. I had around a hundred rounds for my M4 rifle and a lot less for my hand gun. I took out my handgun and added three more bullets to the chamber … I’d forgotten all about reloading it after I’d used it that first day. That could have gotten me killed. I sat the handgun down and loaded the M4. When I was ready, I laid down on the roof on my stomach and propped the rifle up and peered through the scope. I lined my shot up with the head of a zombie directly in the center of town. I sucked in a breath and pulled the trigger. The shot hit him in the shoulder and he barely flinched from the impact. But it did begin stirring trouble down below. The zombies all took notice and they all seemed to begin to twitch and lurch just a little bit more.
    “Damn,” I muttered under my breath. I lined the shot up again and sucked in a breath, but just before I pulled the trigger I heard the soft, gentle voice my dad used to use when we went target practicing together.
    “Don’t suck in your breath, Mel. Just relax and breathe in slowly. Then, as you exhale, release the bullet with your trigger finger. Let be a part of you, an extension of you and your actions and you won’t miss.” I could almost feel his hand on my shoulder as I remembered his words. When I pulled the trigger the second time, my bullet struck true and the zombie dropped. So did the next twenty zombies.
    I’d already blasted through four twenty-round magazines before I realized how many more zombies had shown up on the streets in front of me when they’d heard all the commotion. I sat up and picked up my last magazine and loaded the M4 as I took glanced around at my handy work. The streets were literally covered in bodies—finally, truly dead. Some had fallen on top of each other, creating piles of the undead. But, for every ten I had taken out, two more had walked out into the open. Which meant I had over forty zombies—that I could see—and only twenty bullets left. I needed to make each one count and I still didn’t like the odds. When the final body dropped to the ground, I counted exactly twenty-three zombies left. Time for part two of my genius plan. I grimaced as I crawled back over to the roof opening that led back into the store. I left my bag up on the roof as I made my way back down to the interior of the