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 Zombie Road IV Cover 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 Zombie Road V Back Cover Zombie Road VI Cover 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
