Siege (As the World Dies #3)(40)

He turned the wheel and the truck slowed down as they hit the outskirts of their destination. Closed restaurants, gas stations, and a truck company lined this road. Then, up ahead, the two story modern hospital that served this town and several others loomed over an old laundromat. It was small, but that didn’t mean shit in this world.

The truck came to a stop. Jenni leaned forward. “Looks like fun.”

Just inside the glass doors, two zombies in wheelchairs clawed at the glass.



Bill sighed.

He bet Katarina’s hair smelled like strawberries.





3. Possibilities

Lenore and Ken were jostled around as the moving truck made its way down the country road following the first team’s red truck. They sat on a long bench secured to the interior wall, holding onto straps someone had drilled into the side.

“So why did you come?” Lenore fussed with her hair, wishing her new weave wasn’t already getting smashed under a hat. It had been a relief to get some beautiful lush hair after months of dealing with her own short hair without any decent products or styling tools.

Ken crossed his legs and gave her his most annoyingly cute look. “Guess.” “Dale.”

“That was easy!”

Lenore scowled at him. “You do realize, twinkle toes, that we are going into a highly dangerous situation where we will most likely get our asses eaten.”

“He’s really cute, don’t you think? All rugged and strong. Dreamy,” Ken said, smiling widely.

“Eaten. By zombies. Not a cute guy. A zombie.”

“You do realize I only heard the words ‘eaten’ and ‘cute guy’ just then.”



“I hate you.” Lenore tried to get comfortable on the bench, cursing herself for volunteering. “Why did you volunteer?” Ken fussed with the laces of his boots, retying them as he bounced around on the bench. He made it look easy performing this feat. She would have landed on her ass.

“You volunteered, so I volunteered. Someone has to watch out for you. You’d be all staring at Dale and some zombie would bite you. Then I would have to beat you for being stupid and then kill you for being a zombie. Which would be annoying.”

Ken laughed with delight. “Besides, I’m your best friend and your fag.”



“I ain’t your hag.”

“Oh, yes you are.” “Oh, no, I’m not.”



“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.” “Do not make me feed you to the zombies!”

“Feed me to Dale,” Ken whispered, winking.

“I am going to pound you.” She winced the second the words were out of her mouth and she saw Ken’s opening. She hastily added, “No, don’t you say it!”



Ken rolled his eyes and began to check his weapons. “You love me.” “Maybe.”

“Felix volunteered because you volunteered.”



“No, he didn’t. He doesn’t like me like that.”

“Uh-huh.” Lenore frowned. “No, he doesn’t.” She hated how the thought of Felix having interest in her made her pulse speed up.

“He likes you. Why else would he sit in our beauty shop for hours waiting for you to trim his hair?”

“Because he knows I know how to trim his black hair and that your white ass does not.”

Ken shook his head. “No, no. He likes you. Which is kind of funny if you think about it. Dale signed up to be part of the fort. I signed up to impress him with my prowess. You signed up to save my ass. And Felix signed up to watch yours. It’s the circle of life.”

Lenore wasn’t too sure about that, but she didn’t want to think about much more than getting into the hospital, grabbing what they needed and leaving. She wasn’t just doing this for Juan, but for everyone in the fort that may one day need the supplies.

After awhile, they lapsed into silence. Ken dozed off with his head against her shoulder. She loved the idiot, but she hated to admit it. He was the most loyal friend she had ever had, even if he was annoying. Sighing, she checked her crossbow and the bag of bolts.



When the truck came to a stop, she mentally prepared herself for the worst. The doors opened and Dale looked up at them. “It’s pretty clear except for some dead guys in wheelchairs inside the front doors. Weirdest shit I’ve seen in awhile.”



“Thank God for that,” Ken said with relief. He hurried over to leap down, while Lenore pulled herself to her feet and grabbed her bag. “Let’s get this done so we can go home,” Lenore grumbled as she tried to get down off the moving truck and still maintain some dignity.



Dale grabbed hold of her and helped her down with surprising ease. She flashed a grin at Ken’s jealous expression and slung her bag over her shoulder.

Felix, Bill, Jenni and Roger walked toward them, their weapons out, looking around cautiously. Lenore also swept her gaze over their surroundings. It was surprisingly calm and zombie free except for the two creatures inside the glass doors of the hospital. Linda came around from the front of the truck, braiding her hair back from her face. “Kinda feels too easy all at once,” Dale decided.

“Never say that!” Ken chided him.