tailieunhanh - The Third Time is the Harmby William YoungPublished at Smashwords by William Young Copyright 2011

Malcolm Kempf worked his way along the hillside, keeping his eyes on the band of shuffling undead trudging down the road. For months, little groups of zombies had been making their way into Chippewa Falls, slowly forming in the Northern Wisconsin State Fairgrounds into a gaggle that resembled the swaying of tall grass on a windy day. Malcolm had no way of knowing why that location drew them. At first, he surmised it had to do with the proximity to the Calvary, | The Third Time is the Harm by William Young Published at Smashwords by William Young Copyright 2011 William Young Chippewa Falls Wisconsin - Day 654 Malcolm Kempf worked his way along the hillside keeping his eyes on the band of shuffling undead trudging down the road. For months little groups of zombies had been making their way into Chippewa Falls slowly forming in the Northern Wisconsin State Fairgrounds into a gaggle that resembled the swaying of tall grass on a windy day. Malcolm had no way of knowing why that location drew them. At first he surmised it had to do with the proximity to the Calvary Hope and Forest Hill cemeteries and all of the potential new recruits in their graves. And then he had made his way around those cemeteries and realized not a single grave had been disturbed. Anyone buried in them was still below ground. Whatever had killed and resurrected the undead had no effect on the previously dead. He sighted his compound bow at the trailing zombie and watched it over the tip of his arrow feeling the gentle breeze and compensating for windage. An arrow through the skull would drop it to the ground and the others wouldn t know they d lost a member of their group. On the other hand if he shot it with the Desert Eagle strapped to his hip the entire group would turn on him and every zombie within hearing range of the report would start shuffling his way. He relaxed the tension on the bow and stowed the arrow into his belt quiver watching the undead shuffle off around a bend in the road. He picked up the three rabbits he d bagged earlier in the afternoon keeping his eyes alert for any errant undead that might have found its way into the backwoods. For whatever reason the walking dead didn t often find their way off the beaten path. You re getting pretty good at that but you messed up and established a rhythm Eli Malcolm said turning his head over his right shoulder and smiling at his 14-year old son. Remember to step carefully when you walk through .