The Dead Don't Bleed: Part 2, The Aftermath Read Online Free PDF

was facing and if he tried going down the path of divorce, Emily would ruin him financially. Since his practice was also under his own name, there was even a chance that she would end up taking half of that as well and probably force him to shut the doors for good. He was basically a forty six year old successful plastic surgeon stuck in a marriage with a woman who he couldn't stand. He could see no way out, unless he wanted to start his entire life over as a penniless sheep herder in the mountains of Montana.
    Considering how shitty his life had become in the last couple years he almost felt it was no small wonder that a zombie apocalypse would now crash down from the heavens on top of them to add even more misery in his life. The one concession that Emily had allowed him in some remodeling of their home was to design one third of the finished basement area as a secure storm shelter. That part of the country was known to suffer the occasional severe storm during the fall. Their house was on a two acre lot surrounded by tall trees that would easily crush through the roof if hit with a strong enough wind gust. His argument for the construction of a safe room was one of the few things that Emily gave into when it came to how the house was appointed or any of the dozens of projects Emily had commissioned for remodeling projects. While the threat of severe weather was a good selling point to have a portion of the basement turned into a mini fortress. His real motivation was to simply give him a place of solitude separate from Emily, her family and the never ending parade of friends that Emily and her sister enjoyed bringing over sometimes for days at a time. She spent little if any time in the basement of the house, usually only to grab something from their mini wine cellar under the stairway from the kitchen. This gave Doug the opportunity to have a private sanctuary where he could escape his wife.
    The storm shelter untimely ended up saving both of their lives. Constructed in the same fashion as a safe room and built to withstand not only heavy damage to the structure above it, the walls and door were also designed to be chemical irritant resistant. This feature was recommended by designers of safe rooms to prevent attackers from using mace or other aerosol based irritants from flushing someone out from inside the room. In the case of the zombie outbreak this single feature prevented their body odor from escaping into the surrounding atmosphere and allowed them to remain hidden and undetected by the zombies stalking the streets of their neighborhood. When they had first discovered that their friends and neighbors were changing into the cannibalistic creatures it had been Doug's observation that they were able to easily track and locate their targets by smell. Knowing that the basement shelter was air tight he had managed to get Emily and himself into the shelter just before a large group of undead smashed into the back doors of their house. They had been chasing their neighbor’s son, Cameron, and his parents were leading the charge after the poor boy. Doug had to almost carry the teenager kicking and screaming into the shelter. For the first day and a half, the crowd of zombies that had chased Cameron into their home had maintained a constant vigil just on the outside of the steel reinforced shelter door. They could all hear the constant banging and scratching at the door that went on and on for endless hours until finally they eventually either gave up or found something else of interest to go after. On the two occasions that Doug had left the shelter to retrieve food and other supplies from upstairs, he had only been outside the shelter for a minute or two before they started coming back to the house for him.
    Even with the solid security door keeping them safe from the creatures on the outside he had put his foot down that they would never all be asleep at one time. Someone would always be awake and alert keeping an eye on