Jack Lewis - Fear the Dead - A Zombie Apocalypse Book

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Kyle Vauss wanders alone across the ruins of England trying to block out his past. If he can't, he'll never be able to shut out the memory of his wife getting torn to shreds by the infected. Fifteen years ago the world fell apart. By day the zombie infected swarm the streets, and at night the stalkers come out of their nests to kill. Mankind is on the brink of extinction. When a teenager called Justin tricks Kyle into taking him along, Kyle has to learn to trust others, and himself, again. He doesn't want to face his past, but there are some things that you can't turn away from. A gripping story of survival that zombie apocalypse fans will love.

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I walked down the pothole-ridden road that led out of town. I looked to the side of me and saw a bunch of shops lining the high street, though none of them were used as businesses these days. What was once a bakery was packed with blue gas canisters, and a yellow-walled hair boutique with a "Village Supercuts" sign had the skins of various animals hanging up on the walls. It was a strange choice, really, because further down the road was a butcher shop, and surely that would have made a better choice to store animal hides. From another doorway a man watched me walk. He was topless and the curve of his stomach poked out above his jeans, the beginnings of a beer-belly that he had no business growing in this new world where food was rare and beer even rarer. He rested his arms on the doorframe and let a cigarette hang from the corner of his mouth. He never took his eyes off me as I walked past him and toward the gate that guarded the town exit.

The gate was twenty-feet high, black and made of steel. On either side were stone turrets, and in each turret stood a guard with a gun. Vasey, like many places in the North of England, was once home to a Norman stronghold, and the black gate was a remnant of its ancient defence. Now though, instead of protecting the townspeople against invading armies hungry for territory, it was protecting them against the living dead who were hungry for brains.

I walked up to the gates. The guard in the left turret twitched at every step I took, and when I stood in front of the bars he raised his gun at me. I looked up and saw that it was an air rifle. It wasn't exactly lethal, but I didn’t want to take a shot in the head from it. Still, there was no way I was going to let them keep me here. I took hold of two of the steel bars, which felt cold against my skin, and I shook them. They didn’t budge.

"Need you to step away from there," said the voice above me.

I looked for some sort of latch or bolt so I could get the gate open, but there didn't seem to be anything. On the side, where the gate joined the turret, I saw a chain which fed into a pulley system. That was why it wouldn't open, then. Although the gate was a relic from centuries past, at some point it had been mechanised, and now the gate would only open if someone operated it. I guessed the controls were in the turret.

Above me, the guard raised his rifle a little higher. "I won't ask again, back away from the bloody gate."

I needed a little diplomacy here. I had to persuade him to open the gate for me, and getting angry would earn me nothing but a pellet in my skull. I tried to breathe in and control my pulse, but the feeling of something being outside control made me feel trapped. I wanted to climb up the gate, jump in the turret and knock the guard out, but I wouldn’t get more than halfway up before I was peppered with shots from the other one.

I looked back toward the street. The man in the doorframe was still staring at me. He spat his cigarette onto the floor. Above me, both guards had their air rifles trained on my head. I felt my chest begin to tighten, and my palms were getting clammy. The gate loomed over me, unmovable, and I felt the hairs on my arms raise. Who the hell did they think they were to trap me here, to stop me from leaving?

Nobody did that to me - nobody. I was going to show them what happened when you did.

I took my bag off my shoulder and reached inside it. I knew what I was doing was stupid, but I couldn't stop myself. I felt around for my revolver and, with the handle in my grasp, I was ready to pull it out. I didn't have any bullets, but I wanted to see how cocky the guard was when I waved a real gun in his face instead of an air rifle. I looked up at him and slowly reached my hand out of my bag, knowing that as soon as they saw the gun they would shoot me.

Just as the silver of the chamber glinted in the sun, I heard a voice call out behind me.

"Kyle, wait."

I turned round. Justin was running toward me in a strange shuffle. He wore a thick coat on that was too long for him at the sleeves, and his body was unbalanced by a rucksack on his shoulder.

I looked up at the guard. "Get this open, now."

The guard acted like he hadn't heard me. Justin got closer, and he had a nervous grin on his face.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"I’m leaving."

"But where?"

"You don't need to know."

He stood in front of me and dropped his bag to the ground, and there was the clang of something metal. There was a pause, and Justin seemed to be thinking of what to say to me. What could he possibly want?

"Take me with you," he said.

So that was it. That's what the coat and bag were for. I wondered what was in it the bag; probably provisions, but for all I knew it could be his toys or something. The kid had never set foot out of the town in his life, so I dreaded to think what he'd packed as necessities for his "trip".

I stopped just short of sneering at him. "The class trip’s not until next week."

Justin looked at me, puzzled. I realised that he had been born straight into this new world that even after fifteen years hadn’t stabilised itself enough to establish a ‘normal’ way of life for people. Justin didn't have a clue what things had been like before. He didn't know what a class trip was, because he'd never been in school. I realised how alien the experience of the world was for kids like him, those who were born into it rather than adapting to it. He couldn't help how he was.

This time I spoke in a kinder tone. "You can't come with me." I nodded at what was beyond the gate. “There are no walls out there, Justin. There’s nothing separating you from them, and one wrong step will get you killed.”

He shook his head. "I've been out before. Not so far, just round town, but far enough. I know how to avoid them."

"You ever been out at night?" I asked.

He looked to the ground. "No."

"Then you don't know what's out there. Those pathetic bastards are nothing compared to what comes after it gets dark."

"I know about the night things."

I let out a sigh. I looked up and saw that above me the guard was listening to our conversation with interest. I wondered if he had ever been out at night, or whether anyone in this town had ever spent a night in the dark hoping a stalker didn’t catch their scent. Then I remembered Noah and the others in the shack, about how they'd risked their lives to help me with the stalker.

I took a step toward Justin. "The things out there will tear you apart."

His eyes were wide. "I can handle it. Or you can show me."

"I'm not a babysitter."

"And I’m not a baby. I'll pull my weight. I've got supplies," he said, and gave the little bag in front of him a kick.

The bag was packed tight, and I could see the outlines of tin cans busting at the fabric. The stuff would have been a godsend for me, considering I only had enough on me to last a couple of days at a stretch. But the price was having a tagalong, a kid who was so green that he'd blend into the grass, someone who would undoubtedly make the wrong move somewhere down the line and get us both killed.

I could see that he was earnest in wanting to join me, and his intentions were good, but it wasn’t a chance I was willing to take. I shook my head softly. "Why do you even want to come?"

He leaned in a little closer. His voice was quieter. "This town, there's nothing to it. No future. The people here are drinking themselves stupid, and they're not thinking about what’s coming. We should be doing something; farming, expanding, I don't know what. But they're sinking into a rut and they're smiling about it."

The kid was making a little sense in this point. "It’s not much better out there," I said, and nodded my head back toward the gate.

He looked at me in a strange way, almost knowingly. "I bet you got a plan."

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