The Zombie Chronicles - Book 5 - Undead Nightmare (Apocalypse Infection Unleashed Series) Read Online Free PDF

and a bathroom, and that’s good.”
    “Why?”
    “Look out there, man. It’s getting dark, and I’m not about to go on a moonlight stroll with those things lurking around out in the woods.
    I bit my lip and looked away.
    Lucas shot me a concerned look. “What’s up, bro? Nervous about spending the night with the girls? They can all sleep in my room if it scares ya,” he joked.
    My mind raced, and I was too worried to laugh at his jokes. “I’m worried about the gang who ran us over the bridge. What if they coming looking for us?”
    “Not likely,” Lucas assured me. “They’re too dumb to know they don’t really have the cure. Besides, how would they find us? They have no idea if we’re even alive, let alone where we got out of the river. For all they know, we could be dead or anywhere in those woods. It’d take ‘em months to find us, and we’ll be gone by tomorrow anyway. If you want to worry about something, worry about those undead freaks. The live idiots are not gonna be a problem.”
    “Good point,” I said, nodding. “Just tryin’ to make sure all my bases are covered.”
    He playfully slugged my shoulder. “Just like I taught you, huh?”
    “Right,” I said, smiling back at him.
    Upstairs, we found no guns or ammo, but there were plenty of kerosene lanterns. The girls placed them all over the rooms; it was almost like having electricity, and that was nice, because with all the drapes closed and the sun going down, the place was as dark as a dungeon.
    I sat back on the couch to relax for a few minutes. Hurrying from place to place, fighting for our lives every step of the way, was wearing on me. I was tired, weary, and emotionally distraught, and the thought of half of our group turning into hybrids was constantly on my mind, making me nauseous. No matter how much progress we made, I always felt like we were running out of time. I still remembered what one guy had warned as we packed up to leave the nursing home: “You can’t take anyone with you who took that serum, because they’re all gonna change eventually, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it!” But we didn’t listen; we refused to leave Val, Claire, Asia, and Jackie behind. When I argued with the man, telling him that not everyone would necessarily change, he jumped into his car with his wife and sped down the street, screeching the wheels to get as far away as he could from us.
    Another woman made sure to tell us how horrible the cure was, that it delivered hope for a short time, only to leave the person worse off in the end. “At least in a zombified state, a person didn’t know what was happening,” she’d told us, “but now they have the ability to think and reason and stalk their prey, and nothing can be more cruel than that.” We didn’t count on that happening. The cure was supposed to heal people, not turn them into monsters, and we had to have some shred of hope.
    I sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to free the thoughts from my head. I tried to think about the cabin we were staying in, a pretty nice and cozy place. Part of me wished we could just stay there. It was so peaceful and relaxing. We laughed and talked, and I even enjoyed Lucas’s lame jokes. Being there like that, in the warm safety of four walls, surrounded by family and friends and the soft glow of lantern light, made me long for my island home, for a permanent place to stay.
    “Ew. I hate warm lemonade from a can,” Lucas complained, making a face as he took a sip. “I bet lemons aren’t even listed on the ingredients.”
    Claire pushed a strand of red hair behind her ears. “Hush. We were lucky to find it.”
    “Yeah, tell me about it,” Jackie said.
    Nick looked at me. “Remember Grams’s lemonade? That was the best ever.”
    “Yeah. We’d sit on the porch and listen to Dad tell us all those crazy stories, and Grams would just linger on his every word.” My lips pressed into a grim line as I thought about how