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    Zombie Club: Zombie Club, #1
    Zombie Club: Zombie Club, #1
    Zombie Club: Zombie Club, #1
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    Zombie Club: Zombie Club, #1

    By Sonia Rogers

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    When Mr. Smith and his sixth-grade Military Club discover they have been thrust into the middle of a zombie apocalypse during a field trip, things get a little crazy. Fighting zombies isn't supposed to be part of the itinerary, but it can't be helped if they want to survive. Now these kids just want to find their way back to their families, but will anybody be home? And if they are, will they still be human?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBlue Beagle Publishing
    Release dateDec 7, 2016
    ISBN9781512116458
    Zombie Club: Zombie Club, #1
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    Sonia Rogers

    Sonia Rogers is the author of a lot of books. Some are good, some are so-so, and a few are pretty terrible. Regardless, she continues to put her work out into the world, hoping to connect with the same sort of twisted minds as her own. She lives in Missouri with her husband and a pack of annoying (yet loveable and funny) beagles.

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      Zombie Club - Sonia Rogers

      Chapter 1, Day One - Benny

      Benny was twelve on the warm spring day the day it happened. Whenever he thought about that day later, Benny always capitalized it in his head like a movie title. ‘The Day It Happened’.

      Stuff like this didn’t happen in real life, he thought. It felt like they were in a movie, and Benny wanted this movie to end. He just wanted to go home to his house, his parents, and his nice comfy bed.

      Benny opened his eyes and looked around. There was no house. There was no bed. There were no parents. Benny, Claire, William, Rick, and Danielle had slept in the loft of a barn, high enough so nothing could reach them - hopefully. All five kids were covered in mud and blood. Benny closed his eyes again. Just for a minute, he thought. I just want to pretend we’re in a movie for just one more minute.

      It was an unseasonably warm day in April ‘The Day It Happened’. Most of the kids were wearing shorts to school already. There were only six weeks left until summer break, and spring fever had taken over everything. The trees were budding out, Easter lilies were blooming, and everyone was looking for an excuse to be outside, even if it meant doing yard work.

      Benny had been looking forward to this day for weeks. They were taking a field trip to Wilson’s Creek Battlefield with his Military History club. There weren’t many students in the club yet because this was the first year it had been offered, but Benny knew next year there would be a lot more students involved. He was glad he had gotten in on the first year of it. Mr. Smith was a cool teacher, and Benny planned from the very beginning of the school year to join, even if he didn’t know what the club did, exactly.

      Mr. Smith served in the military before he became a teacher, and he formed the club not only so the kids could learn about local history, but so they could learn about camping and survival in the wild. Today’s field trip was going to be to an actual battlefield right outside the city! Mr. Smith had promised to show them some cool stuff about how the Civil War soldiers had lived out in the open, and even how they did first aid without any medical supplies.

      Benny dressed carefully that morning. Mr. Smith warned them they would be doing a lot of walking and that there could be snakes, so he pulled his hiking boots out of the closet along with a pair of jeans and his favorite T-shirt. Putting it all on, he reached into the closet again and grabbed a long-sleeved flannel shirt and shoved in his backpack.

      Heading for the kitchen, Benny made a sandwich. Tossing it into his lunch box, he started going through the cabinets, randomly looking for snack foods to fill it up the rest of the way. He grabbed some potato chips, a couple of snack pies, some clementine oranges and two bottles of water. His mom came into the kitchen just as he closed up his lunch box.

      Did you find enough food to fill you up for lunch? Benny’s mom stood in the doorway wearing her favorite ratty old robe. Do you need me to do anything?

      Benny smiled back at his mom. I think I got it, Mom. My lunchbox is full, and I even put some fruit in there!

      Reaching for the oven door, his mom asked, Do you have room for the cookies I made for the club?

      Benny threw his arms around his mom, hugging her from behind. You’re the best, Mom! Did you get up early just to make cookies?

      Mrs. Morris set the cookies on the counter and turned to face her son. Not too early, I made the ones that come in a tube. I just thought you guys might want a little extra snack on the way home.

      Mr. Morris walked into the kitchen and stopped next to his wife and son. Cookies for breakfast? What’s the occasion? He tried to sneak a cookie off of the tray, but Mrs. Morris caught the back of his hand with a spatula.

      These are for Benny’s club! Hands off, mister! She smiled as she said it though, and Benny’s dad snatched one of the cookies off the tray and danced away from the waving spatula.

      Ok! Ok! I won’t take anymore cookies! Don’t hit me again! Benny, save me! Your mom’s lost her mind! He laughed as he jumped behind Benny, ducking to avoid the spatula that Benny’s mother was still waving.

      Benny left for school a few minutes later with a full lunchbox, a bag full of warm cookies and a big smile. He had no idea that by the end of the day, nothing would ever be the same again.

      Chapter 2 Claire

      Claire opened her eyes when the sunlight streamed through the car windows. Groaning quietly, she tried to stretch, but there just wasn’t enough room in the back seat, especially with her younger brother using her leg as a pillow. Trying not to wake him, Claire slowly slid her hands under Anton’s head, cradling it as she moved her leg from under him. Carefully, she lowered his head down onto the seat.

      Peeking over the front seat, she saw her mother was still sound asleep, the back of her head resting against the driver’s side window and her legs draped over the console so that her feet were in the bucket seat on the passenger side. Claire pulled the throw that had fallen into the floorboard over Anton’s body. At 8, he was small for his size, but he was a tough little kid. Claire smiled as she watched him sleep.

      Opening the car door as quietly as she could, she slid out into the parking lot where they had made their home for the night. Shivering in the morning air, she reached back in the car to grab her jacket from the floorboard and slipped it over her shoulders. She was gently pushing the door closed when her mother opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder, whispering, Where are you going.

      Claire pulled the door back open a few inches and leaned her head in. Going across the street to the convenience store, she whispered back. I’m going to wash my face and see if I can find something for Anton to eat.

      Mary looked at her daughter sadly. You’re a good sister to Anton. I’m sorry things are like this.

      Claire finger-waved at her mother as she pushed the car door closed. Walking across the parking lot, she headed for the convenience store entrance. Just inside the door, she stopped for a moment as the smells of the deli in the back of the store hit her. Her stomach growled in response. Shaking her head, she went into the restroom.

      Once she got inside and closed the door, she pulled some paper towels out of the holder on the wall. Wetting them down and wringing them out so they were damp, she went into the stall and wiped herself down as best she could. Pulling her toothbrush out of her jacket pocket, she went back to the sink and brushed her teeth. She brushed her hair with the small comb that she also kept in the pocket of her jacket and pulled her hair into a ponytail.

      Looking at herself one last time in the mirror, she shrugged her shoulders. Her beautiful blue eyes stood out like a beam of light in the darkness, but all she noticed in the mirror were the black bags under her eyes from lack of sleep and the too-thin cheeks from not getting enough to eat. She turned away from the mirror as her stomach growled, reminding her she needed to find something for Anton to eat.

      Approaching the clerk, Claire’s cheeks turned red as she asked, How much for a glass of water? She looked at the deli case as she asked it, and the sight of the sandwiches on display caused her stomach to growl so loud that she clamped her hand over her middle to muffle the sound.

      Derek had been on shift all night and was just waiting for his replacement to show up. His tired eyes looked the girl over as she looked away from the deli case and down to the floor, too embarrassed to meet his eyes. Is that your stomach making all that noise? When’s the last time you ate, kid? His eyes softened as he looked at the girl in the dirty clothes with greasy hair.

      Claire refused to look up. Her cheeks were burning brightly now, and she shook her head in response to the question. Are you by yourself? Claire shook her head no again. Peeking up from the floor, she looked at the clerk for a second before looking down again. My little brother and my mom are in the car. I just need something for him. He didn’t eat hardly at all yesterday.

      Derek pursed his lips and shook his head. Looking at his watch, he told the girl standing in front of him I have some stuff from the deli that I’m supposed to throw out. We can only keep it for so long before we have to replace it. I was going to take it home to feed to my dogs, but I think you might need it a little more than they do. Come over here.

      Claire slowly walked over to the counter, and Derek handed her a bag full of food. Hang on. Don’t leave yet. Heading over to the refrigerated section, he grabbed two containers of milk and one of orange juice. How old is your brother, kid? Claire hung her head again and whispered Eight.

      Ok, take this too. He handed Claire a bottle of kid’s chewable vitamins and put his hand on her shoulder, turning her to look at him. Come back tomorrow about this same time. I’ll give you some more food. You have to go now though, before my boss gets here and sees all this.

      Claire sniffled back tears and softly said, Thank you. Derek smiled and gruffly said, I’ve been where you’re at, kid. Come back tomorrow, and if I’m not at the register, ask for Derek. Okay?

      Claire nodded. She slipped out the door and headed for the car, anxious to show her family the feast. Derek watched the girl walk across the parking lot before he began ringing up the items he had given her. Pulling out his wallet, he paid for the drinks and the vitamins.

      Twenty-four hours later, Claire sat in a barn loft, wondering where her mom and brother were, and if they had survived the day.

      Chapter 3 William

      William wanted to cry. He wasn’t going to - not him - but he sure wanted to. He had been awake for an hour or so, but he didn’t get up. Instead, he stayed on the wooden floor of the barn loft with his eyes closed, feeling the hay poke him through his shirt.

      William had always been the biggest kid in his class. His father, realizing how big his oldest son

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