Total Apoc Trilogy (Book 2): Fighting the Hordes Read Online Free PDF

yet."
                "You got a watch at the Army store?" Ralph asked.
                "You didn't?"
                Ralph and I shared an exasperated look.  She could've told us about the watches.  Officer Hanks snorted.  Apparently he didn't appreciate our banter.
                "It's just after 4:40 A.M.," the cop said.  Olivia quickly set her watch to the correct time.  "They're about to leave."
                When we rounded the next intersection, I saw them.  Lots of old, battered looking trucks in a line.  The first three vehicles were huge farm tractors.  They were two big John Deere tractors with so many giant wheels to either side it would barely fit on the bridge.  They had enclosed cabs, and they'd welded some armored machinegun pill boxes on them, too.  All three had huge expandable tillers folded up to fit on the bridge.  The tractors were the only vehicles on the bridge.  All of the defensive fencing had been removed, except for the last one on the far side of the bridge.
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter 4
     
                The tractors started moving forward on the bridge.  The gunfire on the other end intensified.  All of the vehicles started their engines.  And then I spotted Jake getting out of the passenger side of the first vehicle in the convoy to speak with some heavily armed men off to the side.
                I gawked at his command vehicle, a 1970 Chevy Trailblazer with sun-faded red paint.  The top was off, and a .50 Cal was mounted in the rear.  I wanted it so badly.  My dad's pride and joy was his blue 1970 Trailblazer.  My grandfather bought it new, and my dad inherited it when he passed away.  Dad kept it in immaculate condition, and it was a special occasion when he took it out of the barn for a joy ride.
                The lead Trailblazer was followed in line by a pair of late 1960s era pickups, also with crew-served weapons mounted in their beds.  One had a .50 cal and the other two M60s, one mounted atop the cab and the other mid-bed.  Some large cargo trucks and flatbeds followed, all 60s and 70s era.  Then an old Army jeep, followed by five more pickups.  The jeep had a M60 mounted in the back that reminded me of the old TV show Rat Patrol.  All of the remaining pickups, and even the cargo trucks had mounted crew-served weapons.
                In addition to the mounted weapons, every vehicle had a homemade cowcatcher mounted on the front.  I immediately thought "zombie plows" since they would help us plow through the hordes of walkers.
                "Little Duck, we got ourselves a convoy," Ralph quipped.
                "Rubber Duck," Olivia corrected him.
                "Screw you," he snapped.
                "In your dreams," she taunted.
                Officer Hanks looked at us like we were idiots.  He shook his head and pointed at the jeep.  It was painted a matte olive drab and the windshield was down atop the hood.  Despite its obvious age, the jeep looked to be in excellent condition.
                "Your vehicle is the Willy Jeep.  Check it out," he said.  "I hope one of you punks can drive a standard."
                "As a matter of fact, I can," Olivia said.  "I'm the driver.  How fast does it go?"
                He grabbed her arm, giving her a fierce look.
                "You take good care of her.  She's mine," he said, voice full of menace.  "She has a 60 horse power, 4 cylinder flat head, with a t-89 transfer case.  Top speed is about 60, but don't cruise at more than 45 or 50 miles per hour."
                "Let me go, creep," she growled.
                He didn't let go, so Ralph and I charged him.  Olivia pulled her helmet off and swung at his head.  The cop jumped back, hand on his pistol.  Ralph and I stopped to either side of her, ready to