Time of Zombies (Book 2): The Zombie Hunter's Wife Read Online Free PDF

please.”
    He took the gun and put it in the holster as
little Dylan’s body convulsed and he leaned forward to throw up his breakfast.
Tears streaked the small, pale face.
    “I’m sorry. Now the others will think I’m a wimp.”
    Taking a step backward from the stinky mess, Teddy
reached for his handkerchief and gave it to the kid. He wanted to laugh at the
sorry look on Dylan’s face but it would just upset him more.
    He set the child down on his feet and squatted in
front of him. “Even if the skinbags are dead now, they were once people. They
were mommies and daddies and kids. We should always feel something when we have
to kill them.”
    Dylan’s dark eyes widened as he looked at him.
“But you come back from zombie hunting all happy, like you had fun.”
    Teddy put his hand on the little one’s shoulder.
“Let me tell you a secret. At first I thought it was fun. Until I had to kill a
lady who looked just like my momma, and then I threw up just like you just did.
Then it wasn’t so much fun no more. But we have to do it. So I laugh and smile
when I come home because I’m home. Another day of the zombie apocalypse and I’m
safely home with my friends.”
    “Can I tell the others you aren’t big and bad?”
    He smiled and cupped Dylan’s face. “Let’s keep
that just between us, okay?”
    The little boy nodded as Ripley reached them.
    “Mr. Seth. Mr. Seth. I killed my first zombie,”
the boy piped up. He shot a quick glance to Teddy and his smile faded and a
serious look fell on the kid. “I mean. I put down a skinbag because it has to
be done. Just a job, you know.”
    Seth matched the serious look on Dylan’s face as
Teddy fought and lost to keep a smile off his face.
    “Yes, a very important job. Nice to know you can
protect the womenfolk and you’ll be able to be a zombie hunter when Teddy and I
are too old to go out into the wild lands.”
    He punched the man in the arm. “Speak for
yourself. I got plenty of hunting years left in me.”
    Seth winced from the punch and spoke up, changing
the subject. “Did you check out our dead friend yet?”
    He nodded toward Dylan. “Was dealing with some
other stuff first. So let’s see how it got through the hum perimeter.”
    “The hum perimeter?” Seth shook his head and
laughed.
    “That’s what Emily and Mrs. Greggs call it,” he
replied as they walked to Dylan’s first kill.
    He sniffed as they got closer. “It doesn’t smell
so bad. He’s freshly turned. Where do you think he came from?”
    Seth squatted to the side of the body. He started
checking pockets and pulling the contents out and handing them to Dylan. “I
know you first tried courting during the Disco era, but you could just call her
Michelle,” Ripley directed to Teddy.
    “She calls me Mr. Ridgewood. I’m just giving her
the same respect,” he answered, taking the papers from the little boy.
    Looking at the papers, and then at the dead zomb’,
Teddy slapped his forehead. “He’s deaf. The notepad has I’m deaf on it and some
other notes I’m thinking he used back and forth between someone else. His
wallet has a card for The Deaf Learning Center in Oakley. The address is down
Neroly Road. Must be nearby.”
    “Shit,” Ripley cursed as he stood up. “We’ve
passed it a dozen times when we’ve been out hunting. It’s in the church down on
the corner. About a mile or so, south of here. We’ll have to check it out.
There could be more of them in there.”
    Teddy stared at the sky. “It isn’t even noon. We
could get a group and take care of it right now.”
    “I want to help,” Dylan chirped, grabbing Teddy’s hand
and trying to pull him closer.
    Ruffling the kid’s hair, he smiled down at him.
“Maybe next time. This time I need you to watch over your mom and the other
ladies.”
    “Do I get a gun?”
    “Not while you’re in the compound. But you can
stand guard and practice with your bow, okay?”
    “Cool,” Dylan said as he ran back to the RV