Learning To Live (Zombie Overload Series) (28 page)

"I
asked him where he was going and he told me it didn't matter and he
wouldn't be back. He left, took off walking with just a sword."

"Oh,
God, Rose! Go get the guys.
Hurry!
" I practically scream
at her.

Rose
runs off to get them and I go out onto the porch.

My
anger is so high and I've not taken any of my medications for the
bipolar in days. My heart is banging so hard, the tunnel vision is
back, and the blood is whooshing in my ears. My skin feels tight and
tingly. My hands are clenched tightly into fists. I feel like my body
is going to explode if I can't release some of this pure rage boiling
inside me.

The
guys rush out and ask me "What's wrong?"and "What's
going on?"

I
tell them they have to find Will, that he's angry about something
that isn't true, and that he plans to let the zombies kill him.

They
all rush off, splitting into several different vehicles. Dad Rex, Dad
Ben, Kurt, and Greg are the only ones who stay behind out of the men,
to protect all the others. And Jake is here, looking at me silently,
intently, and with confusion.

"Canada,
what happened?" he asks me in a quiet, concerned voice.

I
show him the photo. I watch his face as it turns from curious to
outraged.

"Where
did you
get
this?"

"Will
got it from Sara," I tell him.

Jake
stares at the photo, but he's not really looking at it. I can tell
he's thinking-about what, I don't know. Finally, he looks at me. A
decision had been made and I waited to here it.

"I'll
go find him," he tells me.

"Thank
you. Don't kill him."

I
put my hand on his arm and stop him as he walks by. "And don't
let him kill you."

"You
coming with me?" he asks me.

"Come
back for me in about half an hour if you don't find him?"

"Sure.
We'll find him, Canada. We'll find him." He squeezes my arm and
runs to his truck.

I
watch as he drives away, and when the trees surrounding the driveway
swallow his truck whole, I turn and go back inside.

In
the bedroom, I grab my bag. Opening it, I pull out my handgun and and
make sure it's loaded. Sliding it into my holster on my fatigues, I
go back through the living room.

Cornering
my sister in the dining room, I ask her where Sara is. She tells me
she was going to the barn earlier.

"K.
I'll be back."

"O...k.
What are you going to do to her?"

"Talk
to her, find out why she's still pissing everyone off. Oh, and if
Will comes back or if Jake gets back before I do, have him wait for
me. I've got my gun and everything else I need, so I'm ready."

"Will
do."

She
walks off into the living room, and I walk out to the porch. I slowly
navigate down the porch steps and start toward the barn, each jarring
of the crutch under my arm makes the rage even higher. Redder.
Thicker.

I
reach the barn door, which is open about a foot. Pulling it wider, I
go inside. It's gloomy, barely any light inside, and I wonder why
Sara would want to come here. If she even
is
here.
Is this
to be her hiding place?
Hard to hide with this many people about.

A
slight rustling noise to my left and I turn down the aisle, following
the sound. From one of the horseless stalls, I see shadows moving on
the floor outside the open stall door. Drawing nearer, I close in on
the open doorway. Inside, I see Sara apparently making the stall her
new home, with blankets and pillows, a lantern, and a stash of food
and water. I continue to watch her silently, as she makes her "bed."

I
watch her until the rage finally boils over. My body feels as if it's
swelling to twice it's normal size, in height and muscles. My
strength becomes something so powerful that it's screaming to be
released. Blood pours from both my clenched fists as my nails dig in
deeper. More blood trails from both nostrils to mix with the blood
from my hands on the floor. I've never had the rage go this far
before. Close
.
But
never
this far.

I
enter the stall and Sara spins around when I let the crutch I don't
necessarily need clatter to the floor. When she sees my face, the
blood, and the deadly rage in my eyes-she screams in terror.

My
face breaks in a twisted, evil grin, and I start forward.

To
be continued...........

Thank you for
purchasing and reading my third book in this series. Apparently, if
all the messages and emails are any indication, quite a few of you
were
not
happy about what had happened to Will in book two.
Hope you're happy now! And just in case anyone is wondering if his
being back is only because of unhappy readers, I can assure you, NO!
Except for editing changes, no one will influence me to change the
way I feel my books need to go. Besides, I had already written that
part of book three before book two even came out. So HA!

But I am sorry to
those of you who cried...ok, no I'm not. I actually did a happy
dance. I love that I'm able to pull you in and make you feel like
you
are a part of my story. That is the ultimate compliment to me as a
writer.

If
you liked it, and I hope you did, please
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Again, thanks!

C. M. Wright

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Thank you to
all of you who read the first two books and gave me the confidence
and encouragement to keep going on to make the third. I hope this one
lives up to your expectations.

**************

Many, MANY
thanks to Trisha Wilko for the amazing photo on the cover of both the
first and second book, this book, and for the ones to come. You are
beautiful, even when you look hideous! Love you, my friend and fellow
Walking Dead Freak!

**************

Thank
you to my editor, Roxy Przygoda, for making editing so much
fun...except when you try to citify Canada. Shame on you!

C.M.
Wright was born and raised in Winfield, KS and currently lives
outside Decatur, IL with her husband and two sons. She started the
Zombie Overload Series because she was having withdrawals from one of
her favorite walking dead TV shows. What had started as just a single
short story, has now grown into a four and five-star series, thanks
to reviews, emails, and messages from fans begging for more.

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