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    Hell Bound ( Till Death Do Us Part): Hell Bound, #3
    Hell Bound ( Till Death Do Us Part): Hell Bound, #3
    Hell Bound ( Till Death Do Us Part): Hell Bound, #3
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    Hell Bound ( Till Death Do Us Part): Hell Bound, #3

    By kathy dinisi

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    Sam and Mathew have come so far to receive the bad news that the safe haven is no longer safe. No one can tell them where their kids are.Trained soldiers have retreated all are to scared to fight against the raging zombies.  A stranded Soldier offers them his help to find there family but will it be enough to fight all the obstacles in their way? Can Mathew and Sam survive their last journey?

    LanguageEnglish
    Publisherkathy dinisi
    Release dateApr 25, 2016
    ISBN9781533733382
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      Hell Bound ( Till Death Do Us Part) - kathy dinisi

      Dedication

      To my beloved Husband, you are an amazing man to be able to put up with my nonsense. To my two boys, thank you for your patience when I’m writing. For my parents who continue to inspire me.

      To all my readers, thank you so much for following Sam and Mathew through their journey. I hope you enjoyed the journey as much as I did writing it.

      To my wonderful editors and good friends, thank you for taking the time to help me and support me.

      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

      There's a feeling I get when I look to the West

      And my spirit is crying for leaving In my thoughts

      I have seen Rings of smoke through the trees

      And the voices of those who standing looking

      (Ohh),it makes me wonder

      LedZeppelin, Stairway to Heaven

      Chapter 1

      Oh Lord, heaven knows

      We belong way down below

      Way down below,

      The pretty reckless

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      Gripping the chain link fence in between my finger, my knuckles turning white. The chaos in front of me should frighten me but I feel numb, I feel lost, I feel dead. Tears fall from my eyes down my cheeks surely leaving tear stain marks. The smell of blood and smoke fills my nostrils; the base is nothing more than shambles. Every building is burnt down to a crisp. Body parts lay everywhere, the cement that should have been grey is now blood stained red. Ashes blow away far into the sky. A survivor runs by me crying. He holds his arm. Blood runs between his fingers.

      He favors his right leg as he limps away hurt. He's been bitten. There's nothing we can do for him now. A zombie runs by, a little girl no more than twelve screams as she runs by me. The survivor turns to me, his eyes pleading with me to help him, to do something. I can only do one thing, and that’s put him out of his misery. He’s been bitten, there’s no saving him now. I aim my gun through the chain link fence and fire. A bullet hits the girl straight in between her eyes. I aim again this time at the wounded man.

      His eyes get big as it dawns on him what I'm about to do. I mouth I’m sorry as I pull the trigger without another thought. He falls to the cement with a thump.

      Zombies run around aimlessly looking for their next meal. Their loud piercing screams telling us they found something they like. The soldiers that are left behind fire what's left of their ammunition, others retreat hoping to find safety. Mathew puts his arm around my shoulder pulling me away from the fence, baby we got to go.

      Shaking my head back and forth, No....No..... this can’t be happening. Mathew forcefully pry’s my fingers away from the fence, he pulls me into an embrace. I cry into his dirt stained tan T-shirt. Gripping his shirt, I bunch it in between my hands. What happened? Where did they go? I demand, even though he doesn't have any more information than I do.

      Baby, I don't know. He pulls me towards the truck. Holding me tight.

      What do we do now? Emily asks playing with a chunk of her hair twirling it around and around her index finger, she sounds irritated. Not at all worried about our situation. The more time I spend with this woman the more I want to feed her to the zombies. I know that's wrong but I've never met a more selfish annoying, bitchy woman in my life.

      We drive away from this Hell, then we decide what to do," Johnny says shoving Julia and Maggie back into their vehicle. Jake sits patiently inside Johnny’s vehicle. He looks up long enough just to see what we are bickering about then he looks back down at his feet. He has been quiet and distant since Kat died. Part of me feels like I should confront him but the other part of me still blames him for her death. I still don't know where Jake and Emily were when Devlin turned and started to attack everyone. I don't know if I really want to know either.

      Mathew throws the keys at Mike and hops in the back sitting next to me. Not once letting me go. There is no sign of survivors here, no signs of any sort of safe zone. I should be screaming right now, yelling up towards the sky asking God why this happened, where are my children and my parents?

      Are they safe? Alive? At least the high school had papers stating who died and who was still alive. But this time there is no papers, no safe zone. No sign of the living anywhere. I'm numb, my heart doesn't hurt, I don't feel a thing other than the numbness.

      Chelsea pats me on the back, Sam, it’ll be okay. They are still alive. They are fighters. You know it and we know it.

      I turn my head towards her and give her a weak smile. I know she is only trying to help but right now I need time to process everything, time to think and plan our next move. I need to get my shit together and be strong. I've never been without my boys for this long, ever and when I am away from them for a couple of days I can just give them a call and hear their little voices on the other end of the phone. But our phones stopped working several days ago.  I grab Mathews hand and hold it tightly in mine. I need his comfort or I just might fall apart right here, right now.

      Surely if they were dead I would know it. A mother's intuition right? The truck roars to life and we drive away from this so called safe haven. Looking behind me the sight of the safe zone makes me angry. If it was a safe zone then this should never have happened. They should have been prepared for this whole thing. I take a deep breath and try my hardest to hold back my tears and anger. I will not break down, I will not break down. What do we do now? I whisper to Mathew.

      We find some where to sleep for the night and plan our next move. He says looking down at me. He gives me a weak smile. He is just as scared and worried as I am. It's written all over his face. Mathew forgets that after nine years of marriage we start to learn each other's facial expressions. I smile up at him and try to hide my worry too. I need to be strong for him, for us and for my family no matter how much it’s killing me inside.

      Mike drives our beat up old truck towards a dirt road avoiding the main streets and freeways. Still trying to avoid all the more populated areas. But not just that, the smell of all the dead bodies that are deteriorating makes the air impossible to breathe. The dirt road is pretty well paved and taken care of. Thank god, I don't need a bigger headache than I already have. Between the crying and lack of water my skull feels like someone is playing drums against it. Athena lays her fluffy head on my knee almost as if she knows I'm hurting. Her brown eyes stare up at me, secretly saying don’t worry momma, the boys are safe your parents will do everything they have to, to make sure of it. Gently pat her on the top of her head, your probably right girl. I whisper low enough so no one else hears me.

      We drive down this dirt road for what seems like forever before we come up to an abandoned two story house. Mike pulls to the side of the dirt road, parking next to the white picket fence that is broken and hanging off of its hinges. On the other side of the house the fence is broken and lying on the floor. Weeds and wild grass covering up its remains. The house looks like it’s been empty for some time. It's gloomy looking, like the house off of Psycho. I feel like at any moment a crazy man acting like his mother will come running out of the house with a kitchen knife. The windows are broken, pieces of paint chip off, the house is overdue for a new paint

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