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  The Zombie Chronicles - Book 4 - Poisonous Serum

  Title Page

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  The Zombie Chronicles

  Book 4 – Poisonous Serum

  Apocalypse Infection Unleashed Series

  by

  Chrissy Peebles

  Copyright 2013 by Chrissy Peebles

  http://www.chrissypeebles.blogspot.com

  Cover design by: Patrick Griffith

  Edited by: Autumn J. Conley, [email protected]

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  Chapter 1

  I’d led such a sheltered life on a secluded island in Ohio, but when I left that sanctuary, my world was changed forever. My life had literally been a living nightmare. I’d been thrust into the world of zombies, and fighting for my life had become an everyday battle. Nevertheless, it was time to focus on the positive. My sister Val, Jackie, and Claire were alive and breathing, saved by the cure I’d snatched from the lab. For that, my brother Nick and I couldn’t have been happier. In spite of all the chaos in the world around us, things were finally beginning to look up. All we had to do was go find that bag of vials that Tahoe had stolen from us, back when those maniacs shot out our tires and we were surrounded by the neighborhood watch. The grim recollection suddenly made me nauseous: That was when Jackie and Claire had been murdered before my very eyes—or at least I thought so.

  I cupped Jackie’s face as the cold wind whipped through my hair. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you.”

  She touched my hands that were resting on her face. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, Dean.”

  I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug. This isn’t over yet, I vowed, thinking of Tahoe. We were idiots to work with Tahoe, even if he did break us out of jail. The fiend had agreed to help us if we gave him one vial from the bag. Sure, we hated the guy for stealing from us in the first place, and none of us trusted him any further than we could throw him, but we had no choice but to trust him if we wanted to escape from that doomed city. And then there was Lucy, Tahoe’s wife. She was so desperate for that vial, wanting to help her twin daughters and the others she’d kept hidden from the world. I couldn’t bear to see her in pain, even if she had walked down the aisle with a liar and idiot.

  It was getting chilly, and I didn’t have a coat. Jackie snuggled against me, shivering, and I held her close. A lake was off to the right, and I could hear crickets and bullfrogs croaking and chirping their choruses through the darkness of the night.

  “One more minute, and then we have to go,” Lucy said impatiently.

  Nick and Claire were lost in their own world, making out by the side of the car, while Lucy nuzzled into Tahoe’s shoulder.

  “I-I just can’t live without my girls,” Lucy stuttered, tears flowing down her cheeks as she sobbed between breaths.

  Tahoe touched her cheek. “We’ll get ‘em back, baby. You know how much their daddy loves them. All the horrible things I’ve done, I only did to save them. I know I should’ve never took those vials, but sometimes in this world-gone-crazy, we’ve gotta do things to save the ones we love.”

  I rolled my eyes. He could’ve taken one vial for his twins and loved ones, not the entire bag. The truth was, my sister had almost died because of him. My gaze drifted to Lucas and Val, who were deep in some kind of conversation, though I had no idea what they were talking about and wasn’t sure if I’d even want to know.

  I swung my arm around Jackie, and we walked over to Tahoe. “So…what’s the plan?” I asked.

  “If your brother ever comes up for air, we’ll discuss it.”

  “Give him a break,” Jackie said. “He thought Claire was dead. They’re just making up for lost time.”

  “Then they can get a room later,” he retorted.

  “Yeah, yeah. We can take a hint,” Claire said, clinging to Nick like a second skin as they walked.

  Nick glanced over at Lucas. “Hey, we’re gonna need that tracker to find the bag of missing vials.”

  “I got it right here.”

  “All right,” Jackie said. “C’mon, guys. Let’s track that bag and see who the heck stole it from us the night I was…well, murdered.”

  “You guys finally ready?” Tahoe asked sarcastically, arching his eyebrow at Nick.

  “You know, Tahoe,” Val said, “we could ditch you right here and now. Lucas would like that.”

  Lucas crossed his arms. “Like? I’d love it! If ya don’t take out the garbage, it starts to stink something awful,” he said, smirking at Tahoe.

  “I agree, but a deal’s a deal,” Val continued. “You broke us out of jail and got us out of the city like you said you would. We’ll hold up our end of the bargain and give you one of the vials when we find them, but no tricks.”

  “Of course not,” Lucy spat.

  “You especially,” Val said, staring into her eyes. “Nick told me all about you trying to impersonate Jackie the Ripper back there.”

  “Huh? You mean the knife?” Lucy spat in disbelief, her eyes wide. “C’mon! I was under the influence of that poisoned water.”

  “And I’m sure it’s not entirely out of your system,” Claire chimed in.

  Tahoe motioned us toward the car. “Let’s go. Lucy will take the girls, and we’ll ride in my car.”

  “Wait…you don’t trust us? What the…?” I asked, having expected that the happy couple would take their own car and let us ride in the other. I had no desire to occupy the same vehicle as Tahoe. As far as I was concerned, the man was a conniving, traitorous sleaze-ball. We could have used him for zombie bait, for all I cared.

  “Who’s to say we can trust anybody anymore?” Tahoe said.

  N
ick nudged me. “Just get in, Dean. If Lucy starts anything, Val can handle her. We’ll do it their way…for now.”

  “I’ll be fine,” Jackie assured me, though I wasn’t sure I could believe her. She didn’t see the possessed look in Lucy’s face when she came at me with the knife.

  I kissed her on the lips. “See you soon.”

  She smiled crookedly at me, then got back in the car with Lucy, Val, and Claire. We followed the signal deeper into Zombie Land. After driving for twenty minutes, we came across an abandoned building, Reeds Elementary School.

  “Stop!” Lucas said. “The signal’s really strong here.”

  Tahoe parked the car. “Hold up. How did the vials get all the way over here?” For a moment, he sounded skeptical, as if we were leading him on, trying to trick him. He pulled out his gun and pointed it directly at me.

  A chill shot through me, but when I instinctively reached for my weapon, my brother grabbed my arm to stop me.

  “Don’t do anything stupid. Let me talk the idiot down,” he mumbled in my ear.

  “Look, like I said, I don’t trust any of you. If you guys are up to something,” Tahoe said, “I’ll—”

  “Put the gun away,” Nick coaxed sternly. “If I wanted to kill you, you’d already be dead.”

  “Every second counts, and time is ticking,” I said, trying to reason with the unreasonable. “You know we wouldn’t waste our time like this.”

  Lucas eyed him directly. “You don’t trust us, and we don’t trust you and your wife. There. All the cards are on the table. But if you can’t put your faith in us for a little while, till we get the vials back, the deal is off. This is never going to work if we’re all threatening to kill each other.”

  Letting out a long sigh, Tahoe slowly put the gun away. “Fine, but this better not be some wild goose chase you’re putting me on.”

  “We’re not,” I said, giving him the fakest sincere look I could muster. I looked out the window, and some shifting shadows caught my eye through the darkness. My heart lurched, as it had done so many times before. Zombies? “Start the car!” I said. “Hurry!”

  “What the…?” Tahoe said.

  I peered out of the window again, squinting for a better look, and noticed that it wasn’t the undead at all. Instead, people surrounded our car, with their guns drawn. Not this again. I groaned in disgust and frustration. The last time such a thing had happened, two of us had ended up dead—at least temporarily.

  “Wait,” Tahoe said, peering out the window. “I know them.”

  “You know a horde of mercenaries? Go figure,” Lucas said, shaking his head. “Are they friendly or what?”

  Tahoe rolled down the window. “Hey, guys, it’s me!”

  “Tahoe!” one of the guys shouted.

  The gang immediately lowered their weapons, and when Tahoe stepped out of the car, we anxiously followed.

  Lucy ran over from the other vehicle. “What’s going on?” she asked.

  A guy with a buzzed head stepped forward. “What are you doing here, Lucy?”

  “We’ve come for the vials. Where are they?”

  “Vials? What the heck are you talkin’ about?”

  “Don’t play dumb, Tom,” Lucy hissed. “Where the heck are they?”

  “What do you need with that bag anyway?”

  Instantly, I looked at Nick and then Lucy. He’d said “bag”, and none of us had mentioned that the vials were in a bag. We knew then that good ol’ Tom was a liar. Birds of a feather, I thought, glancing from Tahoe to his buddy.

  “Don’t you give me that crap,” Lucy said. “You have no idea what we’ve been through. Now, you’ll give me one of the vials, or so help me God—”

  He clapped her shoulder. “Calm down, little lady. You’re gonna give yourself a heart attack.”

  “Tom, get your hand off my wife and give me my bag of vials,” Tahoe demanded, glaring angrily at the man.

  “Wait…your vials? I don’t think so,” I argued. “Technically, the bag’s mine,” I explained to Tom in no uncertain terms. “Your buddy, here, stole them from me. Where are they?”

  Tahoe glanced at me. “Kid, you best let me handle this my way. If you want that bag, you’d better stand there and shut up and let me deal with this. Tom’s got no business with outsiders.”

  “Screw that,” Nick said, glancing down at Lucas’s tracker. “Got a location on the bag?”

  Lucas fussed with the buttons. “Working on it, boss.”

  “Where’s the bag, Tom!?” Tahoe shouted. He grabbed the guy by the coat, and in an instant, he was surrounded by guns being pointed at him, locked, cocked, and ready to shoot him dead right there in front of his wife.

  “Tahoe!” Lucy screamed. “Gettin’ yourself killed won’t help us one tiny bit.”

  Tahoe, realizing he was sorely outnumbered and outgunned, slowly let the guy go. “You can lower your weapons, boys. I just got a little carried away, that’s all. I’m sorry.”

  “How did you get the bag, Tom?” Lucy asked. “And don’t you dare lie to me—not after everything I’ve done for you and your family.”

  He let out a long sigh. “Sal’s brother took the bag of vials from the Jeep. He thought they were drugs, and he was lookin’ for a fix. When we saw how the zombies were healed at the high school, we realized we had gold in our hands. I hope you understand, because saving my family means everything.”

  “Nobody understands that more than we do,” Tahoe said, emotion nearly overwhelming him.

  Tom shifted his stance. “Listen, my heart goes out to you. Having to kill your children is every parent’s nightmare. I can’t even begin to imagine the pain you suffered. But what if there was a way to save them? You know you’d do anything.”

  “I would,” Tahoe said.

  As much as I despised the man, I knew that to be the truth. Tahoe had risked everything to save his twin daughters. Somewhere beneath all that angst and lying and selfishness, the man actually had a heart.

  Tom pointed toward the school. “The whole place is filled with zombies.”

  “No way!” Lucas said. “And we’re standing here…why?”

  “Because my wife and three daughters are in there,” Tom said, “along with a bunch of school children.”

  “How do you expect to get them out?” Tahoe asked.

  Tom ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. “That’s just it. I dunno.”

  Finally, Val and the girls approached. “We looked for the bag everywhere,” Jackie said, gripping my hand.

  “Find anything?”

  “Nope. Sorry.”

  I filled them in on what was going on, which wasn’t much.

  Tom shook his head. “Our mayor…he’s nuts! That cure should be public property, belonging to everyone. I wasn’t about to let him get his hands on those vials because he would have kept them for himself and doled them out for money or God knows what else. As soon as I get my wife and daughters out of there, we’re gonna deliver this cure to somebody who can help.”

  “We can do that,” I said.

  “And who, exactly, are you boys?” he asked.

  I ignored Tahoe’s warnings about Tom’s narrow-minded insistence on dealing with only those in his inner circle and explained, “I’m Dean Walters, the guy who owns those vials. I’m on a mission to deliver them into the right hands. Sal stole them from my Jeep after his gang shot my friend, stabbed my other friend, and tried to kill me.”

  “Whoa, man. I can’t believe…look, I’m sorry, kid,” Tom stuttered. “I’ve been trying to help, too, drinking bottled water, like Tahoe, and trying to get the townspeople to do the same. We have an entire warehouse of it. I’ve been passing it out and telling everyone.”

  “That’s nice and all, but can we have the bag back now?” Lucas hissed.

  Tom glanced at us, his eyes pleading at first, then furrowing his brow as if he’d thought of an idea. “Help me get my wife and daughters outta there, and the bag’s yours.” He pulled out one via
l and held it in the air. “Here’s proof I have your vials.”

  “Can I see it?” I asked.

  He slipped it back in his pocket. “Nope.”

  Val walked over and grabbed my arm. “Dean, we’ve gotta help this guy. We’ve gotta get all those kids out of there. I can’t live with myself if we don’t try.”

  In spite of the wheelin’-dealin’ look on Tom’s face, I agreed wholeheartedly that something needed to be done to save the kids. I wanted to help them, but risking our lives when we finally had everyone all together made me a nervous wreck. Still, we couldn’t just walk away. There was no way I could turn a blind eye to a bunch of zombified little kids when I held a cure in my hands.

  “My buddies and I got the generator working, so we’ve got electricity and a little light. You help us with this hero mission, and I swear the bag is all yours.”

  “Hero mission?” Lucas asked, sounding skeptical. “Sounds like a suicide mission to me.”

  “Well, I’m afraid if you won’t help us, you’ll never get your hands on that bag or those vials. Not a soul knows where they’re hidden besides me, and dead men tell no tales. If I go in there to save my family without enough backup, that’s exactly what I’ll be.”

  “Ah, blackmail. Nice,” Lucas said, his voice ringing with sarcasm. “Have you forgotten that we’ve got a tracking device?”

  Tom laughed. “Go ahead. Use your fancy-schmancy gadget and see where it gets you.”

  Tahoe grabbed Tom by the collar and threw him up against a tree. “Why’re you being like this, Tom?” he shouted. “I’m trying to save my family too.”

  “It’s too late for that. They’re already dead!” Tom said. “I thought you weren’t drinking that tainted water.”

  “No, Tom, my family’s alive. The whole story about killing them was nothing but a smokescreen.”

  Tom gasped. “So they’re…you’ve been hiding them all this time?”

  “Yes!” Tahoe said, whipping out his gun. “You know what I’m going through, Tom, because your wife and kids are in trouble too. Give me a vial and let me heal my family.”