Zombie Road: The Second Omnibus
Jessie + Scarlet
David A. Simpson
Zombie Road: The Second Omnibus
Jessie + Scarlet
Books 4-6
This is a work of fiction by
David A. Simpson
All characters contained herein are fictional and all similarities to actual persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental.
No portion of this text may be copied or duplicated without author or publisher written permission, with the exception of use in professional reviews.
Copyright © 2021 David A. Simpson
All rights reserved.
Contents
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1. Gunny
2. Gunny
3. Jessie
4. Lacy
5. Gunny
6. Jessie
7. Jessie
8. Scarlet
9. Scarlet
10. Gunny
11. Gunny
12. Jessie
13. Jessie
14. Jessie
15. Casey
16. Gunny
17. Scarlet
18. Gunny
19. Jessie
20. Hasif
21. Jessie
22. Jessie
23. Jessie
24. Jessie
25. Hasif
26. Jessie
27. Jessie
28. Jessie
29. Jessie
30. Jessie
31. Jessie
32. Jessie
33. Jessie
34. Gunny
35. Gunny
36. Scarlet
37. Jessie
38. Lakota
39. General Carson
40. Gunny
41. Casey
42. Jessie
43. Jessie
44. Jessie
45. Jessie
46. Jessie
Afterword
Authors Note
Zombie Road IV Back Cover
Zombie Road V
47. Gunny
48. Jessie
49. Gunny
50. Gunny
51. Gunny
52. Jessie
53. Lakota
54. Gunny
55. Slippery Jim
56. Jessie
57. Gunny
58. Casey
59. Jessie
60. Jessie
61. Jessie
62. Gunny
63. Lakota
64. Jessie
65. Eustice
66. Jessie
67. Jessie
68. Jessie
69. Lakota
70. Jessie
71. Jessie
72. Gunny
73. Gunny
74. Jessie
75. Slippery Jim
76. Tombstone
77. Jessie
78. Jessie + Scarlet
79. Jessie + Scarlet
80. Jessie + Scarlet
81. Tombstone
82. Jessie + Scarlet
83. Gunny
84. Jessie + Scarlet
85. Gunny
86. Casey
87. Gunny
88. Jessie + Scarlet
89. Jessie + Scarlet
90. Jessie + Scarlet
91. Jessie + Scarlet
92. Gunny
93. Captain Ricketts
94. The Tower
95. The Tower
96. The Tower
97. Gunny
98. Jessie + Scarlet
Epilogue
Afterword
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99. Jessie + Scarlet
100. Jessie
101. Jessie
102. Jessie
103. Jessie
104. Jessie + Scarlet
105. Gunny
106. Jessie + Scarlet
107. Jessie + Scarlet
108. The Tower
109. Jessie + Scarlet
110. The Tower
111. The Tower
112. Lakota
113. Blackfoot
114. Anubis Headquarters
115. Tombstone
116. Mount Rushmore
117. Mount Rushmore
118. Charlie Safari
119. Jessie + Scarlet
120. Lakota
121. Lakota
122. Gunny
123. Gunny
124. Gunny
125. Gunny
126. Gunny
127. Gunny
128. Jessie + Scarlet
129. Doctor Stevens
130. Jessie + Scarlet
131. Jessie
132. Jessie
133. Jessie and Jessie
134. The Traveler
Epilogue
Afterword
Also by David A. Simpson
Zombie Road VI Back Cover
Zombie Road 4
Road to Redemption
Book 4 in the Zombie Road Series
This is a work of fiction by
David A. Simpson
All characters contained herein are fictional and all similarities to actual persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental.
No portion of this text may be copied or duplicated without author or publisher written permission, with the exception of use in professional reviews.
Copyright © 2018 David A. Simpson
All rights reserved.
Zombie Road IV
Road to Redemption
A two-fisted trucker tale
Dedicated to my dearest partner in life:
The nitpicky, OCD, grammar-Nazi, Robin.
1
Gunny
They were running fast and light, hell-bent for leather in purpose-built machines, eating up the miles and leaving the stumbling dead far behind in trails of dust. It had been six months since the outbreak and nature was reclaiming the earth. The two-lane blacktop was covered with drifts of blown-in dirt and last year’s leaves in places. Grass and weeds were forcing their way through cracks in the asphalt, slowly spreading across the roads in the early spring sunlight. The men from Lakota were on a mission and time was the enemy. The CB distress call had come in late last night, faint and fading, but clear enough the garbled plea was heard, “Overrun and surrounded, out of bullets, out of food, out of water. Situation is desperate. Suicide mission to even send this message. Half the people already lost. We can’t hold out much longer. Can anyone hear us? Can anyone help?”
In the chaotic first weeks after the overnight outbreak, most of the world had perished. Those that managed to survive, those that learned how to fight and win against the undead hordes, had banded together in fortified warehouses, reinforced buildings, and boarded up homes. They had cleared out small towns, built walls of logs or semi-truck trailers or train cars dragged into place with farm tractors. Their will to live was strong and only the strong survived.
The town of Lakota, Oklahoma had fared better than most outposts through the winter. They had been lucky. A convoy of armored semi-trucks and heavily armed men had rolled in, cleared out the town, and sealed it off with shipping containers. Within weeks, they had the electricity back on and were broadcasting on the old gospel station, sending their signal across America.
“Come to Lakota if you can, it’s safe and secure.”
They offered encouragement, advice, suggestions, recipes for canned goods and hope. “Make it through the winter, spring is coming,” they said. They promised to send out aid, supplies, and assistance. They had a plan, and if the rest of the country could survive the winter, the new year would be a new beginning. “Contact us on the CB or Ham radio if you’re in trouble, we’ll help if we can.”
The radios were monitored 24 hours a day and in the wee hours of the morning, a weak distress call came through. Only for a few minutes as it caught the clouds and bounced, but long enough to give an address. Corning, Arkansas, up near the Missouri border.
“Stay alive,” Wire Bender told them. “Help is on the way.”
It only took twenty minutes to wake up enough volunteers, and within the hour they were throwing their go-bags into the machines, downing cups of coffee, and kissing loved ones goodbye.
This wasn’t a supply run, they weren’t taking a truckload of food or ammo. This was a rescue, requiring speed and urgency.
Gunny slowed for a sharp curve, dropped a gear and hammered on it again, the fifty-five Chevy growling its big block fury into the afternoon. Hard men driving hard cars. Old school metal and pre-computer engines. They were simple to build, easy to fix, and parts were plentiful. Hollywood was in his Cadillac, five hundred cubic inches purring under the hood. Scratch sat behind the wheel of a flat black Buick Skylark with big-inch power and ram air induction. Griz brought up the rear in a Hemi powered Dodge panel van. He liked his comforts. Liked to stretch out when he slept. All of them
