Death Has Fallen: Freedom Rock Chronicles: Book 1 by Kris Beus

due.  They were the few that stuck up for what was right.  They also knew how to kick ass when there was ass needing kicked.  I began walking toward the group and instantly Julie grabbed my arm pulling me back.
                  “What are you doing?” She asked with a terrified look in her face.
                  For the first time I saw the damage those two awful men inflicted on this poor girl.  Confidently I assured her they would not hurt her and to keep her gun at the ready if that made her feel better.  Looking at me I could see the trust in her eyes, something I was very glad to earn.  We began making our way through the forest towards the mound of death in front of us.  Even with the good time these men were having burning bodies of the dead, they were keenly aware of their environment.  As soon as we stepped out of the tree line giving an unobstructed view between them and us one of the men yelled “Company,” my guess is that was a universal sign for danger.
                  They looked at the man yelling to see where the danger lurked.  As they saw us every man pointed either a large hunting rifle or pistol at us.  Amanda and I held our hands up to signify we meant no harm.  Julie a little unsure of the situation kept her gun in her hands, but pointed it at the ground.
                    Another scream came out from the group, “Halt!” I was unsure who gave the order, but we all complied.  Seeing they had not given us the same courtesy of lowering their weapons I placed my hand behind me on the handle of my .357.  Amanda did the same with her 9 millimeter.  As we did this the group approaching screamed “stop, show us your hands.”
                  The large pistol in the back of my waistband boosted my courage allowing me to answer, “We are not a threat nor infected so lower your guns.”
                  The group looked around noticing they all had their guns pointed in our direction.  A few seconds or so past till one of the larger gentlemen who seemed to be in a leadership role made a motion to those behind him to lower their weapons. They were only twenty or so feet away all of them nervously pointing their guns towards the ground.  The large man who gave them the order walked up close to our little group.
                  “Are you guys insane? What the hell are you doing out in this area alone?” He asked shocked anyone could survive with such a meager group.
                  “We came up this way because we heard the stories of a quarry that was considered a safe haven from the infection.” I said with hope they would know something about it.
                  “No shit,” The man spit black on the ground after finishing his statement then turned facing the group.
                  “Looks like word about our little town has grown and we have some new recruits,” the man said to his group.
                  At this the entire group seemed to be enthused.  Understanding that the rational normal healthy people were becoming more and more a commodity rather than the norm. 
                  “The three of you look like you can handle yourselves.  We have a higher need for men rather than women since the men tend to die more frequently, but anyone willing to work is welcome in the quarry.”
                  I stuck out my hand responding, “Thank god we found you, my name is Jake.  Jake Olsen”
     
    Chapter 10
                  Shaking my hand he told me his name was Ted Barnes and started filling me in on their situation.  Yes they had a quarry under their control, but a safe haven it wasn’t.  They had been attacked frequently, usually by large hordes of undead rather than easy to kill stragglers.  They were in desperate need for anyone who was willing to help defend what they built and were willing to give