Dead World

CHAPTER 18

Jones sat in the saddle, gun propped on his knee. At his side, his men reloaded a large field gun and fired it, sending the shell blasting into the prison. His horse reared back a little and then settled. Jones smiled and puffed on his cigar as he watched part of the structure crumble. He heard screams emanating from inside the walls. The sound made him feel warm inside.

His men opened fire with their small arms, targeting the men in the towers while the field gun was reloaded and fired again, the shell exploding into the structure.

A moment later a soldier ran across. “Sir, things are getting a little hairy. All this noise is attracting the zombies. Look, they’re coming out of the trees from all directions.”

Jones glanced around and puffed out another cloud of cigar smoke. “Good. More to kill.” He lifted his rifle, took aim and fired at an approaching zombie. The bullet struck the zombie in the head, sending the thing toppling back. “Bulls eye. Or should that be dead eye?” He chuckled to himself.

“Sir, I don’t know if we’ll have enough ammunition to hold them all off.”

Jones narrowed his eyes and glared at the soldier. “Then we’d better make sure each shot counts. Now keep bombarding the building. I want a door made in that wall.”