Praise for Plague of The Dead
“It is highly recommended for horror readers who do not like all the gore and violence, but a story horrifying enough to keep them hooked till the end.”
~ Serious Reading
“I could not put this book down. From start to finish the tension was palpable.”
~ Reader Review
“Great book written by an amateur writer. Can't wait for the next one.”
~ Reader Review
“The writing is very fluid, and the characters are believable.”
~ Reader Review
Plague
Of
The
Island
Also By Alli Rayfield
Plague of the Dead
Plague of the Desert
Plague
Of
The
Island
Alli Rayfield
This is a work of fiction. All similarities to persons living, dead or undead is entirely coincidental.
Text & cover copyright © 2020 by Alli Rayfield Ruiz
For Crysti
Chapter 1
The humidity hung heavy in the air making sleep difficult to come by. Though it wasn’t the only reason I wasn’t sleeping. I kept having the same reoccurring dream that could only be described as a nightmare.
I kept dreaming about a zombie child, a little girl, with her decaying skin gray and chunks falling off. She was chewing on a human finger. The little girl was sometimes Jackie, sometimes it was Lasa but most of the time it was a little girl I didn’t know in real life. Yet it was like I knew her. I knew she was family. At the end, she would spit out the finger and lunge at me. It was at that moment I always woke up.
Remembering the dream, I sighed and rubbed my stomach. I turned over listening to Phoebe and Lasa’s heavy breathing.
Sleep was also difficult because I knew I would be finally getting an answer to the question I’d been asking for a good three months. A question I didn’t know what I even wanted the answer to be. A question that had caused me to push Daniel away.
I didn’t want to push him away, but it happened. Fear has a way of controlling us. A way of destroying our lives.
I had enough fear in me to last three hundred years or more. The situation we lived in caused more fear than anything else. The possibility of adding life to the scary state the world was in is what terrified me.
I got up from my cot careful not to wake Lasa or Phoebe. I dressed as quietly as I possibly could. I grabbed my gun and placed it in my holster. I wrote a note to Phoebe and left it where she could easily find it.
The little shack we slept in was recently finished. A project that was high priority after security and food.
The decision to not sleep in the caves was made when the group swelled past what could’ve comfortably slept in them. It wasn’t a big group of survivors, but it was a decent size. When we reached a dozen, the decision was made to use the caves only for shelter when a storm hit again.
We had a good and comfortable set up. At least as comfortable as we could be given the plague-ridden walking among us. Three shacks were built and the rec building for the beach was converted into a medic area and food storage as well as shelter for the doctor and his son.
The rainwater was collected for drinking. Luckily on Guam it rained a little every day.
The showers on the beach to rinse off were converted for more privacy and we had outhouses. To keep the Zombies out, we had made a wall of cars that was guarded in shifts. The other side was the ocean. A natural defense against the plague of the dead hunting us.
Truthfully, we were as safe as we could hope to be. But the fear however never went away.
I went out the door and breathed in the salty air. There was light from the rising sun, but it was still mostly dark out.
Dr. Luther Cole was standing by the rec area waiting for me already.
“How are you feeling Shelly?” He asked.
I shrugged in response. “Let’s just go,” I said wanting to avoid the pleasantries.
He nodded seeming to understand how I was feeling. I followed him as we began to make our way to the not so heavily guarded area of the cars to not be noticed.
Dr. Cole was the only one I had spoken to about what was going on. It wasn’t his specialty, but he was very considerate and understanding. He had encouraged me to tell my friends, not wanting me to feel like I was on my own. But until I knew for sure, I needed to keep it mostly to myself.
After we got past the line of cars, he got into the Jeep parked outside the cars that were used for the wall. It was the one I had driven here with Lasa. I got in on the passenger side.
I plugged in my cell phone out of habit more than anything else. I had given up on it regaining bars and being able to contact my sister a long time ago. At least on the surface. Yet I was still plugging in my phone every time I got into a car.
Luther started the vehicle and began driving towards the Navy Base.
We drove in silence. The sun was getting higher in the sky and lighting up the world around us. There were a few zombies on the road as we drove but not many.
The threat of the undead was always lingering but sometimes it didn’t feel as big as it did when this began, and the
