OUTNUMBERED vols. 1 thru 6
A zombie apocalypse series
By
Robert Schobernd
Published by Robert Schobernd at Amazon
Copyright 2015 by Robert Schobernd
Other books by Robert Schobernd
In the Carter A. Johnson & Kate Menke Thriller Series
The Blonde Heiress
The Dogtrot Murder
Cape Abigail
The Three Monkeys
Acceptance First, Revenge Second
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The Irrevocable Change Trilogy-
The Evolution of an Assassin
Book One - Reverse Metamorphosis
Book Two - The Assassin Evolves
Book Three - The Devil’s Homecoming
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And for a change of pace -
59 Hours
A Short Dark Thriller/Horror Story
Table of Contents
Volume 1 PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
Volume 2 PROLOGUE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
Volume 3 PROLOGUE
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
Volume 4 PROLOGUE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
Volume 5 PROLOGUE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Volume 6 PROLOGUE
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
THE END
OUTNUMBERED VOLUME 1
Prologue
I don't know where to begin because I don't know for sure where the zombies began. Some say they started with the black magic of witch doctors in Africa. Others insist it had been Haitian bokor sorcerers and their curses. Still others claim a virus that occurred naturally started it all. Before world wide communications and then USA internal communications and media shut down, there were rumors the virus had been developed by Muslim religious fanatics. Maybe that's why those western Asian countries were affected first and their populations annihilated first. Then the religious zealots here professed the very God they worshiped unleashed the zombie on all of us because of our greed and corruption. I'm not a religious person, never have been, but I find it hard to believe any God revered by large numbers of followers would wipe out an entire planet for the sins and atrocities of a few. But after what I've seen and been through, what do I know?
This is our story.
Tom Jacobs – June 13, 2020, year two of the zombie apocalypse.
CHAPTER ONE
The worst day of my life started at midmorning on a Wednesday. I'll never forget the horror introduced to that bright, cool spring day. John Alton was on duty in the northwest guard tower. His raised voice spoke urgently over the internal speaker system. "Tom, Emma left the compound by herself. She's crossing the alfalfa field toward the woods in a dead run. She left through door six heading toward the path to the pond. Do you know what she doing? Earlier this morning there was a sighting of zombies in that area. Move it guys; see what she's up to."
I ran to door six and grabbed my rifle. Outside, I fell into a line of other armed responders racing to protect Emma.
Emma hesitated near the closest tree at the edge of the clearing. At least a dozen zombies converged on her as they lumbered out from the woods surrounding our forty-acre clearing. Most were the usual slow moving monsters we'd grown accustomed to over the first year since the US apocalypse launched. One, though, appeared far different. That lone monster moved faster than the others but in disjointed erratic surges almost like a young child learning to walk.
As we ran toward her, I saw Emma shoot the nearest male in the head with her .40 caliber Glock. She aimed at another, hesitated then dropped the handgun to the ground and raised her customized AK 47. She nailed another zombie, and then suddenly she stopped firing.
John switched to the outdoor speakers. "Hurry, guys! Emma's in trouble. It looks like her rifle jammed." As I ran, I heard the reports of two distant shots that sounded like they came from the tower behind me. One of the maggot infested monsters was almost on Emma as its head exploded, and the brain turned to mush, thanks to John.
By then, seven other defenders had left the compound by another door and were on course to intercept our group near where Emma struggled with her weapon. She ejected the magazine from the assault rifle and slammed in a fresh one.
Eli Allbee and Shane Holescheck dropped to their knees and aimed rifles at the attacking zombies closest to Emma. They fired in unison, and the craniums of a female and a male zombie disintegrated in a mist of blood and brain matter before they stumbled and fell. Two of the remaining slow movers reached Emma and struggled with her as she tried to beat them off with the rifle to stay out of their grasp. Why hadn't she turned and run from the stinking horde? The monsters latched onto Emma's arms and grappled with her as their jaws eagerly chomped on air. Emma stood between the zombies and the people running to save her and didn't leave any clear paths for shots. Seven of the stinking, rotted monsters fell before they reached my wife, thanks to the effects of well-placed head shots.
As our group got close enough to aim at the remaining three undead terrors, two of the zombies gripped Emma's body tightly, pulled her close and bit chunks of her flesh Their heads reared back tearing bloody pieces of flesh loose. I cringed and cried out as Emma screamed in pain and despair while one of the undead chomped on her thigh and blood spewed. As I drew closer, I tossed my M14 and pulled my Glock. I cringed at the bloodletting as two more zombies were blasted and crumpled to the ground. In shocked horror, I screamed as the last zombie's head moved to Emma's neck. Blood spurted from the final bite and ripping of flesh. Then the monster hung on and chomped deeper and deeper into Emma's flesh.
Emma was as good as dead when I shot the last zombie in the head from four feet away. The undead terror loosened its death
