What Zombies Fear 2: The Maxists
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This is the second book in the "What Zombies Fear" series. Victor Tookes and his family are still struggling to survive after a parasite that turns people into zombies wipes out civilization. After reaching the relative safety of the family home in Virginia, the danger only intensifies. Zombies still stalk their every move but now Victor and his friends have another threat to deal with - a rogue military unit whose commander wants Victor's son.
When Max is kidnapped, Victor goes on the warpath, moving mountains and destroying everything that stands between him and his son. Victor, John, Leo, and Marshall discover Max is being held a few miles from their home. The rescue attempt and the small child’s attempt to escape result in the rise of a new cult, The Maxists.
hours, and we didn’t seem to be turning,” interjected John. “My bite healed up really quickly, and Leo’s did too. Within those few hours both of our bites were gone.” “By then, Kyle had climbed onto a single bed in one of the rooms and was snoring away, I felt tired myself but I was too paranoid to close my eyes. More hours passed, we circled the house numerous times, watching carefully through the blinds on the street outside, a couple of cars went by but other than that, not much movement was
road we ended up on after we’d crossed the Lawsons’s farm on the dry creek bed. Four board horse fences ran up the entire length of the property on that side. The property was a large square, with a balloon shaped ‘inner’ property where the house was. Horse fencing made up the outline of the balloon. There were only two ways onto the property, one from the dirt road that ran up the side, over a cattle guard, or up the main driveway. The main driveway entered through two eight-foot tall brick
shoulder, and started the climb. A stiff back, sixty-five pound gun, thirty pounds of ammunition in a backpack and a ladder with a locked door at the top was a recipe for agony. The fourth key I tried on the key ring opened the hatch. Up went the backpack and the rifle, and I started the second trip for the fifty pound can of ammunition. Once on the roof with ammunition and rifle, I re-locked the access hatch, I crawled the perimeter of the roofline, looking for an exit. From the rear corner,
four minutes to walk the distance. It was uphill, through thick grass. They’d be about out of adrenaline by the time they made it to three-hundred yards from the house. They’d be getting a little shaky. We were severely outnumbered, but we had very distinct, strong advantages. We were defending our home. We were the good guys. We were protecting a child, and we were dug in. They were in unfamiliar territory, trying to take ground from a determined, super human force. The zombies had the advantage
one arm behind his head, left knee kicked out to the side. I was so glad to have him to remind me of her. Little three and a half year old Max, all of forty-two inches tall somehow filled up a whole twin bed. I kissed him one more time on the forehead and said, “Good night little buddy. I love you.” and he stirred a little in his sleep. When I walked out into my room, shutting the door behind me, there was Leo, holding a pillow and a blanket. “Vic, can I stay with you tonight? I brought my own