The Left Series (Book 5): Left On The Run Read Online Free PDF

had to haul him upright and hold him firmly in place.
    “I’m having a hard time keeping this guy with me, Smith,” I moaned. Ginger made incoherent groaning noises as though he was trying to speak. “I think he’s just about done.”
    “Okay, we’ll ditch these guys when we reach the next street and we’ll have to hot foot it away from this neighborhood,” Smith said.
    “We’re getting close to the danger zone,” Puffer Jacket muttered. “The district we’re approaching is still crawling with rival gangs, as well as the undead.”
    “No wonder those guys weren’t too keen to follow us,” Batfish groaned.
    “Well, we can’t go back so we’ll just have to grin and bear it,” Smith said.
    “What are our plans?” Wingate asked, concern evident in her facial expression. “Where are we headed?”
    “Right now, we’re heading out of this fucking street,” Smith sighed. “Let’s just take one thing at a time, shall we?”
    Wingate huffed and gazed up at the buildings. “Looks as though those guys have disappeared up there.”
    “Let’s not get our hopes up too high,” Cordoba said.
    We reached the street corner and Smith glanced up and down the deserted road running horizontally behind us.
    “Which way now, Jimmy?”
    Jimmy turned and looked along the main road. He looked anxious and confused at the same time. “We’re heading to Pollokshields if we go right, and towards the motorway if we go left. I don’t know which is the best route to follow.”
    “Well, we need to hurry it up and make a decision,” Batfish said. “Those guys said they were going to come after us and I for one, want to put some distance between us before they start heading our way.”
    “The motorway boundary is the end of the safe zone,” Puffer Jacket spluttered, staggering on his injured leg.
    “Don’t tell them that, you dumb shite,” the old, bearded guy spat, speaking for the first time in our company. “Maybe they would have headed that way and gotten themselves eaten. Now, they know to avoid that route.”
    “Shut the fuck up, Grandpa,” Smith barked, glaring at the old guy. “Nobody asked you for your god damn opinion.” He turned his gaze back to Jimmy. “Okay, so what’s in Pollokshields, or whatever its damn name is?”
    Jimmy shrugged. “Nothing really, a few old buildings but there used to be quite a few violent gangs roaming about the place. I’m not sure if it’s a good idea to head on in there if there’s more folk like these.” He nodded at our three hostages. “There used to be all out war on the streets down there.”
    Smith sighed. “Okay, what’s beyond the motorway border, apart from a whole bunch of zombies?”
    “We’ll hit the River Clyde if we keep heading north beyond the motorway,” Jimmy explained.
    Smith turned back to Puffer Jacket. “Does the safe zone end on this side of the motorway or the opposite side?”
    “What?” the guy spluttered. It was obvious he was having a hard time standing on his injured leg. His face was drained of color and screwed in pain.
    “The fence or barrier or whatever the fuck you put up to keep those dead heads out of your area, which side of the Freeway or motorway or whatever you assholes call it?” Smith seethed.
    “The opposite side,” Puffer Jacket groaned. “The barrier is on the other side but you’ll nae find a running motor to drive through it.”
    “That’s not what I asked,” Smith snapped.
    Puffer Jacket squirmed on the spot then collapsed into the snow on his back with his eyes closed.
    “He’s out cold,” Wingate said, crouching beside his body. “His wound needs treating.”
    “We don’t have god damn time for that,” Smith groaned. “Okay, let’s go. We’re going to head towards Pollokshields.”
    “What?” Batfish squawked. “And head right into the path of more of these damn bandits?”
    Smith nodded and turned back to the hostages. “Take a pew and wait for your buddies, boys.” Ginger and the old