A world Apart: Hell Bound, #2

By kathy dinisi

Mathew and Sam fought thei way bac home to whee thei ids wee supposed to be waiting. Instead they find out they have already moved on with Sam's parents to seek safety.

Now they are in a rush to be back with their kids, fighting fordes of flesh eating zombies, gaining and losing friends along the way. In a world full of death and destuction whee the dead come to life and the living are just as bad as the dead, Will Mathew and Sam find their kids before its to late or die trying?

• Language: English
• Publisher: kathy dinisi
• Release date: Sep 3, 2015
• ISBN: 9781516392414

Book preview

By Kathy Dinisi

Hell Bound By Kathy Dinisi

Cover Design by Kathy Dinisi

Text copyright 2015 Kathy Dinisi

All Rights Reserved

Cover image Kathy Dinisi

All rights reserved.  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission in writing from the author, except as used in a book review.

This is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places, events or incidents are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to places or incidents is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Dedication

To all of the readers who gave a new author a chance. Without you we would be nothing. To my family for your constant encouragement.

All our times have come

Here but now they're gone

Seasons don't fear the reaper

Nor do the wind,

the sun or the rain..

We can be like they are

Come on baby.

Don’t fear the reaper

We'll be able to fly.

Don’t fear the reaper

Chapter 1

~So shall it be at the end of the world: the angels shall come forth, and sever the wicked from among the just, and shall cast them to the furnace of fire: there shall be waiting and gnashing of teeth. I open my eyes and all I can see is darkness, blinking several times it takes me a couple minutes to realize where I'm at and what has happened. I know I should get up and go find the others, but I'm so exhausted and scared. For the first time in years, I'm truly afraid of what tomorrow may bring. Four days is all it took for my world to fall apart. ~

My heart aches for my boys, to feel their hugs and hear their voices. I would give anything to go back in time and never leave their sides.

All I can think about is what do we do next? Where do we go? Where do we start to look for our family and friends? Are they still alive?

I hear whispering coming from the direction of the living room of my parent’s house. Slowly getting the courage. I swing my still very tired and achy legs over the side of the twin bed.

Moaning and groaning, I have never been so sore in my life. I pull shark into my lap. I hug it once more, cherishing the smell of my oldest son. Walking out of the bedroom, feeling like a zombie myself. Dragging the shark with me by my side, the silly little stuffed animal gives me comfort and hope. Courage to keep going, to keep moving.

My eyes feel swollen from crying myself to sleep and my head is pounding against my skull almost as if I have a hangover from partying too much the night before. Which I haven’t done since I was in college.

Mathew? I whisper, forcing my legs to take one step in front of the other. With every step I take, I can feel my shoes rub against the blisters all over the heels of my feet. The house is so dark I can’t see what’s in front of me. I reach my hands on each side of me, feeling the wall for guidance to where I thought I heard Mathew and Kat.

Mathew, Kat, where are you, I say a little louder this time.

In the living room, Sam, Mathew answers back.

Finally coming out of the darkness of the hallway, I see a yellow and orange glow coming from tiny candles that are laid out on the coffee table. Mathew sits on the now turned right side over couch; Kat sits on the floor in front of the window, staring outside in darkness.

What’s going on?

Nothing, just waiting for you to wake up so we can leave, Kat says coldly, sounding irritated and on edge.

We wanted to let you get some rest, you needed it. After you found out the boys were not here you rolled into a ball and started to scream. I had to rock you to sleep just to calm you down, Mathew says, staring at me. Watching me like I'm fragile and I'm going to break down again.

Embarrassed, I look down at my feet, I'm so sorry I freaked out.

It's OK Sam, I would have done the same thing if I were you, Kat says with more sympathy in her voice this time. Mathew stands up and walks to me with his arms open wide, I run into his strong arms, cherishing the warmth and comfort of his embrace. Taking a deep breath, smelling his masculine scent. He smells fresh, like his old spice body wash with a mix of sweat. He must have washed up while I was passed out in the bedroom.

Do I have time to quickly wash up? I question looking at Kat.

Yes, just hurry. I haven’t seen any signs of the zombie pack... not yet anyways, Kat adds.

Leaning towards Mathew I land a big kiss on his cheek. Reluctantly letting go of him I hurry to the guest bathroom. I grab the guest body wash out of the bathtub and a washcloth. I strip down to my underwear and bra. Slathering the washcloth with the body wash, I start scrubbing my arms and legs. Scrubbing the rest of my body, I rinse out the wash cloth and wipe off any extra soap I might have on my body. Brushing out the knots in my hair, I throw my hair back into a ponytail. I instantly feel so much better and awake.

Let’s go, Feeling refreshed as I walk out of the bathroom.

Feel better? Mathew questions piercing me with his big brown eyes.

Yes, I say, trying to sound as convincing as possible. Mathew looks so stressed and tired, new wrinkles formed on his forehead that were not there a week ago, making him look five years older than what he really is. Feeling horrible for freaking out on him and making him worry about me. I need to be stronger for Mathew and Kat. Most importantly for my boys.

Kat jumps up and grabs her backpack that was sitting by her feet. Almost as if she was waiting for me to say that I'm ready to go. Mathew grabs the two backpacks off of the floor and hands me the smaller of the two.

Kat stands by the front door with her knife in her hand, prepared to strike at anything that tries to take a bite out of her. I start to look for my knife that I had with me yesterday, but I can’t seem to find it. I’m about to walk back to the spare bedroom when Mathew holds out the knife to me.

Thought you might need this, Mathew says, holding my knife out in front of me, in his other hand he holds out the handgun.

Grabbing the knife out of his hand, questioning the gun, Thank you, but don't you need the handgun?

No, your father left a shotgun and bullets behind for us, at least I think it was your father.

Really? What makes you think that? I question feeling hopeful.

Because the safe where he keeps his weapons was buried behind all kinds of junk in the back of your parent’s closet. Looks like someone tried to hide it.

Hope fills my heart, it has to be a sign that my family is still alive. But why wouldn't they leave a note telling us where they have gone? Or did they and whoever destroyed the house destroy the note too?

Mathew’s facial expression goes from sweet to serious within seconds, Same routine, I go first, we stay together and run to the car. Stay quiet and follow my movements.

Nodding in agreement, Kat and I follow close behind Mathew. Even though the car is only five feet away it feels like it’s a million miles away, being out in the open like this makes me a little nervous. Mathew jogs to the car and unlocks the doors for us. We jump in and slam the doors behind us, almost like this routine is normal for us. Hurry, Run, Quiet... Hurry, Run, Quiet. I guess I better get used to it.

Mathew starts up the car and the lights turn on automatically, lighting up the driveway in front of us. Putting the car in gear and we slowly drive away from my parent’s home. I turn around and watch my childhood home slowly disappear through the back window; I keep watching the house disappear into the harshness of the night. I don’t know what lies ahead of us, but I get a strong feeling that I will never see this house again. I feel a small piece of my heart breaking at the thought of never coming back to the house my father built with his bare hands. To the house that holds so many