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

the door. Emily had tried to fight him on that. She wanted no part in standing any kind of guard duty, but for the first time in their sham of a marriage he had stood his ground. It wasn't just their lives at stake, they had to think of Cameron as well. While that was not the most convincing argument to sway his loaf of a wife, it was one he was not willing to give an inch on and she had finally relented. He had to admit that with the apocalypse upon them he felt a sense of freedom from his wife. The prenup that had been hanging over his head for so long amounted for absolutely nothing anymore. If she wanted the house, cash, cars and other luxury items, she was more than welcome to them. She would just have to discuss with their rather hungry neighbors some of the ground rules about sharing the upper portions of the home. For the last day and a half Emily had really started getting on his nerves about an entirely different topic. She was actually concerned about her family and wanted Doug to find a way for them to leave the safety of the shelter and go to check on them. Of course the fact that they lived over an hour away across the river in Maryland on a normal day of driving just didn't seem to click with her. She had run her cell phone dead trying to call them over and over and with the power to the house finally failing late the prior afternoon, they had only the fuel left in their small generator to continue providing electricity. Doug had once again put his foot down hard on how their remaining bit of power was to be used. He would allow them a few hours with a single light in the evening and to run two small fans during the hottest part of the daytime. He would not let her recharge her phone only to run it dry a few hours later and insist on repeating the process over and over again. Even with that sparing level of generator use he was pretty sure they had only another day at best before it was lights out for good. Their cars in his driveway both had gas in the tanks and he had considered making a trip top side to siphon off a couple gallons to keep the generator running. He decided he would only do that in the most extreme circumstances. Stepping outside was sure to attract unwanted attention from the neighbors and he wasn’t sure that powering lights and a couple fans was really worth the risk.
    The fuel and power situation was certainly one of their problems, the others he considered even more pressing. They had finished the last of their food and water the night before. Emily's family had visited at the start of the weekend just as the outbreak was starting to get rolling and they had stripped the cupboards bare. Doug had planned on making a run into town and do some shopping at the end of the weekend, but the epidemic rolled into the nightmare that it was well before he had that chance. Even the little that he was able to snatch from the kitchen on one of his trips upstairs had not lasted as long as he had intended. He had been adamant that they needed to stretch it for at least a couple days in the hope that rescue was on the way, but Emily was simply not satisfied with that idea. While she had agreed to the rationing idea to simply shut him up about it, it was a simple matter that he had to sleep sometime and when he did, she simply helped herself. His next dilemma was that he had no idea how to handle himself in any type of physical altercation. He had never been in a fight in his life and they had nothing in the form of weapons available to them even if he was able to use them. The best they could do would be to pick up some large kitchen knives or maybe some gardening tools from the garage, but even with such basic weapons for defense, he knew that none of them would last more than a minute if they came upon any of the zombies lurking around on the outside. It wasn't that he was a coward and unwilling to protect himself and Emily, despite his contempt for the woman she was his wife after all and a fellow