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 ***** The Irrevocable Change Trilogy- The Evolution of an Assassin Book One - Reverse Metamorphosis Book Two - The Assassin Evolves Book Three - The Devil’s Homecoming ***** 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
