Plague of the Dead | Book 3 | Plague of the Island

“I’m already nauseated Holland could you please keep from using words that will make me throw up?”
He laughed again. “See, that’s what I mean, feisty.”
He headed out the door with a weird smile on his face.
I was so disgusted, I ended up losing the little bit of food I had managed to eat.
Chapter 6
As I was cleaning up, Phoebe walked in.
“Everything alright?” she asked looking around the room.
“Not really. Holland came in and knocked over the cans messing up my system and then told me how he liked how feisty I was. Then I lost my lunch.”
Phoebe looked at me a long moment. “You want me to kill him?”
I laughed, “No, thank you.”
She helped me get up. After looking at me a long moment, she asked “Is something else wrong?”
I sighed looking at the inventory on the counter. “It’s just, something is wrong with the counts. I don’t understand. We seem to be awfully low on food. Has Laura said anything about being low on food before?”
Phoebe shook her head, “Not that I’ve heard.”
I sighed, “I feel awful. Maybe I’m too out of it for this.”
“Let’s go for a walk. You could use the fresh air and I need to check the perimeter.”
I reluctantly agreed and headed out with Phoebe. We made our way to the outside of the car wall.
"Hey oh," Kent said from on top of an F-150. He was on lookout. He was rarely assigned anything else due to his request.
He was young, early 20's, possibly late teens. He had no family with him. He was a sweetheart and I really liked him even though I never saw him much since I was rarely on lookout. I was mostly assigned to supply runs.
He shared a shack with Daniel, Gerald, and Holland. At least until Daniel moved into the shack with me and Lasa. Phoebe had moved in with Laura, Diana, and Molly. We didn’t ask her to leave but she said we should be building our family and living like one.
Besides my group and Dr. Cole and his son Brian, no one else had a previous connection to the others in our camp. Everyone seemed to end up here after losing someone or someone’s. They all had no one left. Now though, they had us. We had each other. And we had to look out and take care of each other.
"Hey," Phoebe called back to Kent. "Anything unusual?"
Kent shook his head, "Nope, boring out here. Which is good, I guess. But still hot and boring."
"Boring is always good in these times," Phoebe said and we walked on.
I pulled out my phone. Which, I honestly didn't notice. It was a habit more than anything else. The battery was dead, so I put it back in my pocket.
"You'll see her again," Phoebe said.
"How do you know?" I asked.
We stopped standing by a little beat up Honda, Phoebe leaned against it.
"I don't know, it's just a feeling I get," She said.
"Yeah, well..."
Phoebe's scream stopped me mid thought. She fell to the ground, kicking away the thing that had caused her to scream.
I had a hard time bending and had to crutch on my hands and knees to see it. A decaying face looked at me, snarling under the car. It still had a bit of Phoebe's ankle in its mouth.
I put my knife through the skull of the zombie under the car.
I looked to see Phoebe putting a cloth around her ankle as blood was gushing out. The fabric was instantly soaked crimson.
Kent, Gerald, and Daniel all came rushing over as they had heard Phoebe's screams.
"What happened?" Daniel asked. The look on his face was one of pure horror. His best friend, the only person he had left from life before this nightmare was taken down.
"She's bitten," Gerald said sullenly.
"There's only one thing to do," Phoebe said.
"No," I screamed.
"Shelly, we have to," she said to me softly.
"No. Not yet."
"What are you going to do? Wait for her to turn?" Kent asked me.
I glared at him, "I'll take her somewhere where she can't get to you precious," I said angry but immediately regretted the outburst.
He recoiled from my statement and may have tried to apologize but I couldn’t hear him through my own veil of terror. I was too busy helping Phoebe stand up.
"Shelly," Daniel started.
I looked at him expecting he would tell me not to do it. That it would be best to get it over with. His eyes were full of concern and heartache.
"Be careful," he said, surprising me. "I'll take care of Lasa."
I nodded.
"This is silly," Phoebe said. "You should just put a knife through my head."
"Not unless I have too," I replied.
"You will have too," she stated giving me a ‘you know I’m right’ look.
"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."
I went to the Jeep, putting Phoebe in the back. I made my way to the front and cracked the windows.
"Shelly," she said, "If I turn, I can easily get to you still."
I didn't respond to her. I was too freaked out to say anything.
We couldn't cut off her leg or foot. That did no good. Once the zombie had bitten you, the virus was in your blood stream. It was pumping through your veins faster than a missile.
Luther had told us that. Though he would not say how he learned that exactly. I wanted to assume it was something he learned from being a doctor and not something else.
"Shelly,” Phoebe began again.
"Shut up," I said, "I'm pregnant so you have to do what I want."
She sighed, giving up her argument.
It was quiet in the Jeep for a bit.
"It's like that zombie was just