The Rise of Macon: A Zombie Novel (Macon Saga Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

plague of horror. The worst thing about the diseased, apart from
them trying to kill you, was that they weren't dead. They breathed, moved and
ate all with a beating heart. Abe didn't understand it, but he'd seen it
himself. What could make them act like that and still be alive? 
    Walking slowly along the top of the wall, aiming down into
the moat, Abe had seen one man, whose hands were completely burnt off. His arms
were pure black, except for veins which leaked red blood. His face and hair
were burnt completely off, with one eye still open and following him, as Abe
had put the red dot on his head and ended him. The back part of his head
exploded in blood and bone, then he fell to the ground, still bleeding as his
breathing stopped.
    Abe doused himself with water again and scrubbed his arms,
head, ears and eyes, anything he could reach without stripping. Not enough, but
it would have to do. He was late already. He'd hung back to collect himself,
using being filthy as his pre-text. He needed to get going. He emptied the rest
of the water along the side off the wall, set the bucket down and walked back
across the empty parade ground. He noticed James standing, back towards him on
the top of the inner wall. He'd said he didn't need to be in the meeting and
volunteered for watch. Abe looked back towards the door and hurried through.
    He walked through the small opening in the plex-glass that
used to separate the tourist from the recreation of an officer’s life. The
mannequins had moved out and Patrick's family had moved in. Abe took a seat on
the wooden floor, joining everyone else there. The kids played in a far corner
of the room with Eric's dogs playfully biting them.
    Abe saw Kyle mouth the word late to him, then give a
smirk and turned away before Abe could reply. Idiot. Even at the end of the
world, family could still get under your skin.
     Before the meeting started, Abe took a look around the
room they were in, or casement as Kyle called it. It was twenty feet long and
had a solid wood floor. Kyle told him the rooms were surrounded by over four
feet of stone and brick. All of the casements were vaulted, something to do
with engineering, but to him, the shape seemed like a Twinkie.
    Abe saw Kyle move to the center of the room, drawing
attention as he did. Abe noticed his brother had started fiddling with his ear
whenever he was thinking. Kyle now sported a nice round hole through his ear,
courtesy of Neil and his thugs. Abe guessed it gave his brother something to do
with his hands.
     Abe thought Kyle seemed older, more tired, which was too
be expected, all things considered. His dark blond hair was unkempt and he
hadn't shaved in a few days, something that always made him look older. But
Kyle still carried leadership well, the way he talked to others, the way he
took responsibility and made the hard decisions. Not always right, but even
when he messed up, he owned it like a man.
    Yeah, the last few days had been tough; first the disease hit,
then getting to Fort Macon, a story on its own, and this morning they almost
lost everything. Yeah, a hard couple of days.
    Abe had to admit, this place, this fort was the perfect
location to fight these things, these diseased. The moat surrounding the place
was ideal, almost as if the fort was in Kyle's zombie guide to surviving. When
a diseased dropped into the moat, it was simply stuck, there was no way to
reach the top of the twenty foot high inner wall. Abe felt safer inside the
fort than anywhere else so far, at least in this new world.
    Kyle gave a little cough and began to speak, so Abe shut
down his appraisal of the fort and listened.
    "Big day huh?" Kyle said. A few people chuckled.
"I don't know what to say, except, we're still all here and alive. Everyone
did good. It was a close thing, one that, I hope, we don't have to deal with
again, but we must be prepared for it, if we do. Anyone have anything to say on
it?"
    Jasmine jumped in, apparently waiting for the