The Lost Gods Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Horace Brickley
again. Jesse looked back in terror, as the halved thing pulled his foot toward its mouth.
“Oh fuck,” said Jesse. The top half of the female’s half-burnt face split in half, severed by Adam's axe. Jesse whipped his h ead back around. The undead gunfighter bit Jesse's wrist. Jesse let go of its neck and grabbed the top of the creature's tangled, wiry hair. He brought its head down onto the asphalt with all his might. The creature’s skull popped open like an egg. Its putrid brain matter shot out of the cracked skull in a gelatinous mess. Jesse gagged and lifted himself up off the asphalt. He staggered toward the east wall, dry heaving as he moved. Adam ran over to the breached wall and pushed against the bent tin roofing.
“Help me with this!” Adam shouted. Jesse retched as he walked to Adam.
“Push!” yelled Adam. They shoved the tin roofing in unison. After a few strong shoves, the roofing bent back enough to cover the breach. Adam leaned against the wall.
“Get my hammer and some nails,” said Adam.
Jesse returned a short while later with the gear.
Adam secured the piece of tin with the nails. He slid down onto the asphalt and put his arms above his head. Adam sucked in hard breaths, sweat pouring down his face.
Jesse hunched over and put his hands on his knees. The tangled mass of still corpses decorated the center of the fort, but all else was calm.
“This isn't going to hold,” said Adam.
“It'll be fine. We've just got to make some modifications, right?”
“Maybe we should keep moving instead of trying to stay here,” said Adam.
“Move where? Seabeck? Dewato? Bremerton? You tell me how that would help?”
“Seabeck and Dewato are out in the sticks. There'd be less people,” said Adam, “Bremerton would have more supplies, at least.”
“And more fucking zombies,” said Jesse. “Except those zombies would be popping up out of nowhere. We'd be in the damned forest in Seabeck or Dewato and freezing our asses off with all the fog and rain. And in Bremerton, they'd be popping up out of the water. That's what happened when they came here. They started coming in through Dyes Inlet and the freeway and the forest. They came from everywhere.”
“I know that,” said Adam, “Listen, we could live in the ferry terminal and we could find a boat and go to Seattle or Tacoma or wherever to get food and supplies.”
“Are you shitting me?” said Jesse. “Assuming we don't die on the way to Bremerton, or that it isn't still overrun by several million zombies, then the zombies from Seattle would eventually make it to us and eat us.”
“We survived this long. What makes you think we'd die so easily?” asked Adam.
“We almost died right now, in a town we have basically cleared of these things. There's no way that we'd survive Bremerton or Seattle, and if we went into the forest we'd probably die during the winter even if another zombie never crossed our path. Face it, Adam; we are stuck here until we die.”
“I don't want to die in Silverdale,” said Adam. “I mean, I grew up here, but I sure as fuck don't want to die here.”
“What difference does it make where you die?” asked Jesse. He slumped down and sat cross-legged on the asphalt. He felt a sudden onset of exhaustion.
“It matters to me,” said Adam.
“You spent a lot of time putting this fort together,” said Jesse. “I'm not going to abandon it so quickly. We just need to stay vigilant.”
“We're sleep deprived,” said Adam. “This is going to keep happening. I'm so tired that I could fall asleep in the middle of this argument.”
“You think we wouldn't be sleep deprived if we were on the move?” asked Jesse.
“Not if we moved someplace safe,” said Adam.
“Where? Where is it safe? There are zombies everywhere. Billions of them. Everyone that has ever died is after us and everything else that has warm blood and meat. We're going to die, but I'd rather not make some dumb decision that quickens the
“Oh fuck,” said Jesse. The top half of the female’s half-burnt face split in half, severed by Adam's axe. Jesse whipped his h ead back around. The undead gunfighter bit Jesse's wrist. Jesse let go of its neck and grabbed the top of the creature's tangled, wiry hair. He brought its head down onto the asphalt with all his might. The creature’s skull popped open like an egg. Its putrid brain matter shot out of the cracked skull in a gelatinous mess. Jesse gagged and lifted himself up off the asphalt. He staggered toward the east wall, dry heaving as he moved. Adam ran over to the breached wall and pushed against the bent tin roofing.
“Help me with this!” Adam shouted. Jesse retched as he walked to Adam.
“Push!” yelled Adam. They shoved the tin roofing in unison. After a few strong shoves, the roofing bent back enough to cover the breach. Adam leaned against the wall.
“Get my hammer and some nails,” said Adam.
Jesse returned a short while later with the gear.
Adam secured the piece of tin with the nails. He slid down onto the asphalt and put his arms above his head. Adam sucked in hard breaths, sweat pouring down his face.
Jesse hunched over and put his hands on his knees. The tangled mass of still corpses decorated the center of the fort, but all else was calm.
“This isn't going to hold,” said Adam.
“It'll be fine. We've just got to make some modifications, right?”
“Maybe we should keep moving instead of trying to stay here,” said Adam.
“Move where? Seabeck? Dewato? Bremerton? You tell me how that would help?”
“Seabeck and Dewato are out in the sticks. There'd be less people,” said Adam, “Bremerton would have more supplies, at least.”
“And more fucking zombies,” said Jesse. “Except those zombies would be popping up out of nowhere. We'd be in the damned forest in Seabeck or Dewato and freezing our asses off with all the fog and rain. And in Bremerton, they'd be popping up out of the water. That's what happened when they came here. They started coming in through Dyes Inlet and the freeway and the forest. They came from everywhere.”
“I know that,” said Adam, “Listen, we could live in the ferry terminal and we could find a boat and go to Seattle or Tacoma or wherever to get food and supplies.”
“Are you shitting me?” said Jesse. “Assuming we don't die on the way to Bremerton, or that it isn't still overrun by several million zombies, then the zombies from Seattle would eventually make it to us and eat us.”
“We survived this long. What makes you think we'd die so easily?” asked Adam.
“We almost died right now, in a town we have basically cleared of these things. There's no way that we'd survive Bremerton or Seattle, and if we went into the forest we'd probably die during the winter even if another zombie never crossed our path. Face it, Adam; we are stuck here until we die.”
“I don't want to die in Silverdale,” said Adam. “I mean, I grew up here, but I sure as fuck don't want to die here.”
“What difference does it make where you die?” asked Jesse. He slumped down and sat cross-legged on the asphalt. He felt a sudden onset of exhaustion.
“It matters to me,” said Adam.
“You spent a lot of time putting this fort together,” said Jesse. “I'm not going to abandon it so quickly. We just need to stay vigilant.”
“We're sleep deprived,” said Adam. “This is going to keep happening. I'm so tired that I could fall asleep in the middle of this argument.”
“You think we wouldn't be sleep deprived if we were on the move?” asked Jesse.
“Not if we moved someplace safe,” said Adam.
“Where? Where is it safe? There are zombies everywhere. Billions of them. Everyone that has ever died is after us and everything else that has warm blood and meat. We're going to die, but I'd rather not make some dumb decision that quickens the