Life After The Undead (Book 2): Death to the Undead (70 page)

I
pushed the button of the
arm
sword,
attempting
to
flip out the
blade,
but
I
didn’t
have enough
strength.
My
thumb slipped
off
the
button.
Quinn’s
eyes
bulged, a
squeak
escaped
from his lips. I
grabbed
the
back
of
Liet’s
shirt, pulling
with all
my
might,
which
wasn’t
much. I
barely
made
the
fabric
move.
He
jerked
his
shoulder,
easily
flinging
me
off.

“This
is all
your
fault!”
He
screamed
into Quinn’s
face. “If
you
had just
stayed
away,
none
of this would
have happened!”

I
went
forward
again,
feeling
a
little
more strength
surge
through
my
body.
I
grabbed
his
collar
and
twisted
the
fabric
between
my
fingers.
Where
was Abby? I
could
really
use some
help.
I
pulled.
Liet
was
taken
off
balance,
his
grip
on Quinn’s
neck
loosened. He
turned his
gaze
on me. He
lifted
his
left
arm
and
tried
to fling
me
off. Normally,
he
would
have
been
successful,
but
I
had
enough
of
his shirt
twisted
around
my
hand,
I
wasn’t
going
anywhere
without him.
It
gave
Quinn
enough
time to
wiggle
out
from
underneath
him. Quinn punched
Liet
in the
eye.

Liet
fell
backward,
and
I
went
with him.
He
focused
his
wrath
back
on me,
climbed
on top of
my
chest,
and
attempted
to get his
hands
back
around
my
neck. I
tried
to
fight
him off
with
my
left
hand,
but it wouldn’t
move.
I
couldn’t
even
lift it
through
the pain, it had
gone
completely
limp. I
worked on untwisting
my
fingers.
If
I
could
get
my
arm
free,
I
could
flip out
my
blade.
Quinn
approached
from
behind and
grabbed
Liet’s
arm,
landing
another
punch
onto his
right
ear.
Liet
flinched and
swatted
at
Quinn,
catching
him on the side of
the jaw. Quinn
stumbled
backward.

My
fingers
went
numb. If
Liet
would just stay
still
for
a
second,
I
could
get
loose.
He
noticed
something
over
me,
I
watched
his
gaze
travel
across the floor.
He
moved to
get
it, and
my
hand
popped
free.
I
took the
advantage
and
pressed
the button.
That
time,
I
had
enough
strength.
The
blade
clicked
out. I
turned
to
where
Liet
headed.
It
was
my
gun.
I
grabbed
his
ankle.
He
kicked
me in the
side.
My
ribs
rattled,
my
breath
was
knocked
out of
me.
Quinn shook his
head
across from
me,
trying
to clear his vision. He
grabbed
Liet’s
waist.

Liet
spun around, driving his
knee
into
Quinn’s
chin.
Quinn’s
head
flipped
back, his
eyes
rolled
in
their
sockets,
and he
fell
backward.
I
positioned
my
blade
and
sliced
Liet’s
calf.
His
scream
echoed
through
the room. He
spun
toward
me,
his
hands
extended
like
he
was
going
to
wrap
them
around
my
neck
again. I
scooted away
from him,
but with only
one
arm,
I
didn’t
get
far. He
lunged,
and
I
swung
the blade
through
the
air.
Something
warm
and
sticky
hit
my
face.
I
closed
my
eyes
and
dodged to the
right.
A thud sounded
next
to
me.
Cautiously,
I
opened
my
eyes
and
looked.

Liet
reached
for
me,
his
hand
stained
with
blood.
His
left
hand
was
at
his
neck,
attempting
to cover the
gash
that oozed
dark
red
liquid.
“I’ll
kill
you,”
he
gurgled. Blood
stained
his
teeth.

He
made
one
more
attempt to
lunge for
me, then
fell
limp.
Blood
pooled
around him. He
took one
last
breath,
it made
a
sound like a
straw
makes
when it
sucks
the last
bit of liquid out of a
glass.
I
held
my
breath
for a
moment,
staring
at
him,
waiting
for him to
leap
at
me.

A
yell
sounded across the
room.
I
jerked
my
head in
the
direction,
just in time to
see
the
bodyguard
baring
down on
me.
His
hands
were
still pinned to his sides, his
face
was
still
pale,
but
determination
burned
through
his
eyes. Again,
I
tried to scoot
away,
but
couldn’t
move. He
lifted
his foot, ready
to smash it down on
my
arm,
when
a
hand
grabbed
his
other
leg
and
pulled
him off
balance.

He
fell
with a thud.
Quinn
climbed
onto his
chest
and
smashed
his fish into the side
of
the
man’s
head. It
bobbled
for
a
moment
before
he
fell
unconscious.
Quinn
held
his fist up, ready
to
strike
again
should the
bodyguard
move.
Moments
passed. Nothing.

I
glanced
up. Mrs.
Johnson
stood next to
the
table
with the
phone,
a
lamp in
her
hand,
a
look
of
horror
on
her
face.
Abby
lay
crumpled
at
her
feet.
The
soldiers
were
still
tied
up, staring
at
us wide
eyed.
I
didn’t think
any
of
them
were
going
to
be
a
problem.
If
I
just saw
someone
in a sling
kill a
healthy
male,
I
would have
second
thoughts
about attacking
too.
Quinn stood
and
walked
toward
Mrs. Johnson.
He
jerked
the
lamp
out of
her
hand
and
motioned toward the
couch. She
quickly
took a
seat.
Abby
moaned
and
rolled
over,
her hand on
her
head.