Life After The Undead (Book 1) (57 page)

“Not
really.”

“Any
particular
reason
for
that?”

“No.
I
haven
’t
found
the
right
person
yet.”

“What
are
you
looking
for?”

Quinn’s
face
turned
red.
“I
don’t
really
know
what
I
look
for
in
a
woman.
Looks
aren’t
all
that
important,
but
they
do
matter.
She
has
to
be
kind,
intelligent,
and
love
me
for
who
I
am.
In
this
day
and
age,
it
doesn
’t
pay
to
be
picky
or
you
’l
l
get
left
all
alone.
What
about
you?
What’s
your
ideal
boyfriend?”

I
took
a
deep
breath.
“I
don
’t
know.
I
agree
with
a lot
of
the
things
you
said.
Kind,
intelligent,
love
me for
who
I
am, but
he’d
have
to
be
able
to
kill
zombies
too.”
I
smiled.
“Wouldn
’t
be
a
very
long
relationship
if
he
couldn
’t
protect
himself.”

Quinn
smiled
back.
“Yeah.
I
want
to
add
that
to
my
list too.”
He
pulled
the
truck
into
the
parking
lot
of
a
Walmart.
“You
know,
I
think
Kyle
might
be
available.”

I stuck
out
my
tongue
and
giggled.
“I know
I
shouldn
’t
be
picky,
but
he’s
a
bit
too
skinny
for
me.”

Quinn
chuckled.
He
put
the
truck
into
park
and
then
folded his
hands
on
the
steering
wheel.
“Looks
pretty
clear
here.
You
ready
to
do
a
sweep?”

I did
a
brief
scan
of
the
area
before
nodding.
We
stepped
out
of
the
truck
into
the
store.
The
place
was
a
disaster.
Clothes
racks
had
been
knocked
on
their
sides
. Garments
littered
the
floor.
The
smell
of
rotting
food
filled
the
air.
I
tried
to
ignore
it
as
we
did
our
sweep,
but
it
was
overpowering.
Once
we
were
done,
I
was
never
more
thankful
to
be
back
in
the
fresh
air.

A
few
zombies
closed
in
on
our
position,
but
we
quickly
eliminated
them
before we
headed
to
our
next
stop.
After
we
loaded
the
trucks,
we
drove
to
the
jail.
The
zombies
had
long
since
dissipated,
leaving
only
bits
of
clothing and
a
few
body
parts
behind to
show
they’d
been
there.
We
settled
in
and
met
at
the
admissions
desk
for
supper.

Dinner
was
quiet
until
we
were
about
finished.
I
thought
about
what
Quinn
had
said
in
the
truck
about
Kyle
being
available,
and
was kind
of
saddened
by
it. I
hoped
that
maybe
Quinn
liked
me,
but
I
was
wrong.
I
wasn
’t
really
good
at
reading
boys.
In
fact,
I
was
terrible
at it,
but
I
thought
he
and
I
were
getting
along
great. Not
that
it
meant
we
’d
become
boyfriend
and
girlfriend,
but
I
had my
dreams. At
one
point,
I glanced
over
at
Kyle,
and
he
smiled
at
me.
I
quickly
averted
my
gaze
to my
plate.

I
poked
my
Vienna
sausages
and
green
beans,
and
after a
few
minutes,
looked
up
from
my
plate.

“So,
what
are
you
guys
planning?”

They
stopped
and
stared
at
me
with
eyes
wide.

“What
do
you
mean?”
Bill
asked.

“I heard
you
guys
talking
the
other
day
in my
apartment. You
said
you
needed
a
contact.
What
for?”

Bill
forced
a
chuckle. “Oh,
that,
we
were,
uh,
talking
about
getting to
know
some
people
on
the
inside
so
we
didn’t
have
to
impose
on
you
when
we
’r
e
in
town.”

I set
my
plate
down
and
stared
at
him. “Really? Then
why
do
you
need
to
distribute
guns?”

Quinn
took
a
deep
breath
and
leaned
forward.
“We
’r
e
working
on
a
plan
to
liberate
the
people
on
the
East
side.”

“Quinn!”  Bill
spoke
sharply.

“It’s
okay.”

“She’s
related
to
the
enemy,”
he
hissed.
“And
you
were
the
one
to
point
that
out
in
the
first
place.”

“Yeah,
if
you
consider
second
cousins
related,”
I
murmured.
“You
don
’t
have
to
worry
about
me
telling
Liet.
I’m
not
a
spy.
I
want
to
know
what
you
’r
e
doing.”

Bill
glared
at
me
for a
moment. “Whether
you
do
or
not,
you
’r
e
still
related.
And
Liet
is
the
worst
human
being
I
’v
e
ever
seen.
He’d
as
soon
kill
someone
as
look
at
‘e
m.
And
the
more
stressed
out
he
gets,
the
worse
it’s
going
to
get.”