Zombie Plague: Book Three

“It's worse than just that,” Bear said. “They're everywhere. I mean you hear about those larger places, but everywhere you go they're there... Die? You come back on their side of it.” “Head shots,” Billy said. He had wandered over from under the hood of one of the trucks. He wiped his hands on a rag as he talked. “That's all that will kill them. You don't want to make a mistake with that, or wait, or anything like that. Head shot.” He nodded. “You can't go anywhere in this country where they aren't,” Bear said. Mike nodded. “Well, that doesn't change our position... We still have to come out for supplies... The larger we get the more often we'll have to come out too.” “Then they'll kill you eventually. Or other factions will, because that's the other problem. It isn't just the Dead you have to contend with. You think I have a hard edge to me? A little cynical even. Well you're right. I do. But I'm alive. I'm alive out here in the world too, not back there in the woods hiding out somewhere.” Bear said. “Uh huh,” Mike said. “So you're just gonna stay out here until they hunt you down and kill you? And you consider that smart?” Bear laughed. A heavy rumble in his wide chest. “Is that an invitation?” Mike shrugged. “It could be.”