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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

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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

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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