Zombie King

by J. C. Diem

  Zombie King

  Shifter Squad: Book Two

  J.C. Diem

  Copyright 2015 J.C. Diem

  All rights reserved

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  Dedication:

  To Paul and Shev – two of the most awesome people I know.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

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  Chapter One

  Oppressive shadows crowded around the SUV as I waited for the gate to open. It began to close automatically once the vehicle was clear. The sky was overcast, which added to the general gloom, not to mention my sense of impending doom.

  A series of twisting dirt roads eventually led me to the highway. I didn’t bother to use the navigation system as a guide. I’d made the trip many times during the past couple of months. The only difference this time was that I was behind the wheel.

  The gloom remained with me until I left the base of the Rocky Mountains behind and hit the open road. Without the shadows of the range to act as a filter, the late afternoon sunlight was almost too bright.

  Butterflies fluttered unpleasantly in my stomach. I’d been feeling decidedly queasy ever since I’d called my father a couple of nights ago. My dad was a highly trained army sniper and he was frequently deployed on overseas missions. Three long months had passed since I’d last seen him. That might be unusual for most families, but it was normal for us. The only reason he was even returning to the US right now was to check up on me, and possibly to murder my boss.

  It felt strange to be making the long journey to the Denver International Airport on my own. I’d rarely had a chance to be alone since leaving Texas. Mark had agreed that it was probably a good idea for me to pick up my dad solo rather than to take the entire squad with me. Even I didn’t know how my father was going to react when he met the team for the first time.

  A lot had changed since he had last seen me. Agent Mark Steel had temporarily needed a sharpshooter on his team to help combat some very dangerous people. My dad, Major Philip Levine, was the best. Unfortunately, he’d been unavailable and my assistance had been requested in his absence. I’d only been allowed to tag along on the mission because Mark had promised to keep me safe.

  A federal agent for the highly secretive Paranormal Investigation Agency, Mark headed a small team known as the TAK Squad. They’d been hunting seven psychopathic psychics and I was to be their backup if anything went wrong. Something had indeed gone wrong and I’d learned the hard way that the Track and Kill Squad were far more than they’d seemed.

  Agent Reece Garrett, second in charge of the team, had fallen beneath the spell of one of the psychics. Her nickname was Lust and she’d been named that with good reason. Deeply perverted, she had two favorite tricks. One was to compel people to have sex with whomever they desired the least. Her other trick was to force her victims into sleeping with the person who desired them the least. I couldn’t decide which compulsion was worse.

  It was no secret that Reece found me to be an annoyance. Well aware that I had a crush on him, he’d flat out told me that he wasn’t interested in me. His rejection had hurt, but it hadn’t come as a surprise. Based on how little attraction he felt towards me, it had been a shock when he’d burst into the compound one night with the intention of getting naked with me.

  I’d come to the conclusion that Lust had ordered him to sleep with the person he least wanted to become intimate with; me. That realization hadn’t done much to bolster my already fragile self-esteem.

  Being forced to endure Lust’s compulsion had only been the start of a problem that we now both shared. It had been the worst possible time for him to succumb to the telepath’s order. It had been the first night of a full moon and he’d bitten me during the process of taking my virginity.

  I hadn’t told anyone that we’d briefly been lovers. I’d planned on taking that information with me to the grave. That decision had been taken out of my hands four weeks later when the full moon had risen again and I’d turned into a creature of myth.

  Mark knew that something had gone awry when I’d disappeared for three nights in a row. When I’d returned to the compound, he’d called Reece and me together and asked me what had happened between us on the night of my eighteenth birthday. My mortified expression had been answer enough. He’d then asked me if I’d been bitten. The horror that Reece had felt when he’d realized what he’d done to me was burned into my memory. It wasn’t going to fade anytime soon.

  I’d had the greatest shock of my young life when Mark explained to me that the bite hadn’t just scarred my shoulder. I’d contracted a virus that turned me into a werewolf with every full moon. The scar was undeniable proof that I’d been marked. It was a permanent reminder of the events that only I could recall.

  That kind of secret couldn’t be kept from my dad and I’d broken the news to him over the phone two nights ago. He’d immediately left whatever assignment he’d been on and had headed home. He’d called late last night to advise me that he’d be landing in Denver this afternoon. Now here I was, on my way to pick him up. I hoped I’d be able to calm him down during the drive back to the compound. He was slow to anger, but once his ire was roused, whoever had incensed him would be best advised to duck and run.

  I paid only cursory attention to the scenery during the long drive. The pine and birch trees became fewer and fewer until they eventually petered out altogether. When they did, open fields took over. Traffic became much denser when I passed through Denver. It took almost two and a half hours before I finally reached the airport.

  Parking as close as I could get to the terminal, I went the rest of the way on foot. I’d dressed inconspicuously in jeans and a white t-shirt. My blue leather jacket hid the gun holster that I wore on my left side. It seemed like a good idea to leave the gun in the car. It would be safe enough hidden beneath the seat until I returned. The SUV was all but impenetrable. No ordinary car thief would be able to break into it.

  I was aware of men staring at me when I entered the building and hurried towards the gate where my dad would be arriving at any minute. At five foot seven, I was slender and had long black hair and dark brown eyes. I looked a lot like my mother, not that I actually remembered her. She’d died when I was only a few months old.

  My father had given me a silver locket on my fifth birthday. A photo of my mother was on the left side and a picture of me was on the right. She’d been in her early twenties when the photo had been taken and I’d been just an infant. Afraid of losing or damaging the locket, I
usually kept it in a small pewter jewelry box. It held the few items of jewelry that I’d collected over the years. I’d rarely worn the locket simply because it was so precious to me.

  A few months had passed since I’d looked at my mother’s photo, but I remembered it well enough. We both had oval faces and the same nose, eyes and mouths. We even shared the same shallow cleft in our chins. She’d been born somewhere in Europe, which explained her exotic looks. Her features were finer than mine and I’d never be as beautiful as she’d been.

  Forgetting that shifters were allergic to silver, I’d made the mistake of picking up the locket before leaving the compound this morning. My fingers still stung from touching the chain. The burns on my skin would take several hours to heal. I’d have to put gloves on if I wanted to open the locket again. I’d never be able to wear it now. The only memento that I had of my mother was almost inaccessible to me.

  My dad didn’t like to talk about his late wife. Bringing up her memory was always painful for both of us, so we rarely discussed her. I knew she’d been murdered, but not who was responsible or if they’d ever been caught. I couldn’t imagine my father allowing the killer to escape. I could easily imagine him hunting the guy down, putting a bullet in the back of his head and burying his body where it would never be found.

  A couple of guys not much older than me turned to stare and one of them whistled beneath his breath. It should have been too quiet for me to detect, but my hearing was far more acute now. The pair was staring not just because they thought I was pretty, but because of my new and unusual grace. Before I’d become a shape shifter, I’d been just as clumsy as any other teen. I was now stronger, faster and I could tear people’s limbs off with my bare hands if they made the mistake of threatening me.

  Reaching the correct gate, I jostled for position among the crowd as we waited for our friends and family members to arrive. I spied my dad straight away as the passengers began to straggle out through the gate. Dressed in tan cargo pants and a white t-shirt, he was six foot four and towered over most people. His dark blond hair was beginning to turn gray at the temples. He was only forty-five, but his face was weathered from spending so much time outdoors. His eyes were light blue and they were weary from nearly two solid days of travelling. We didn’t look anything alike and it was sometimes hard to believe that we were even related.

  My dad picked me out of the crowd and a stab of pain lanced through my chest at his wary expression. Then he smiled and opened his arms and my anguish disappeared. I might turn into a monster for three nights out of every month, but I was still his little girl.

  I was careful not to move too quickly as I ran towards my father and threw myself into his arms. He caught me as if I was five years old rather than a fully grown adult. Lifting me off the ground, he hugged me tightly then planted a kiss on my brow. “I’ve missed you, kiddo,” he said as he put me down.

  I hadn’t changed much on the surface. The most dramatic changes had occurred on the inside. “I’ve missed you, too,” I said and slipped my arm through his. There were too many people standing around for us to discuss my problem openly. We headed for baggage claim in a companionable silence. He’d already gone through customs when he’d first landed in L.A. so he didn’t have to endure that long and boring process again.

  His suitcase was easy to identify. It was the only one that looked like it had been through a war zone. Small, brown and scuffed, it could hold enough clothing for a week. While I was glad to see my dad again, I wasn’t sure it would be a good idea for him to stay for that long. The more time he spent with the team, the greater his urge to murder them might become. Especially once I told him the details of how I’d become a shape shifter. We’d skipped the talk about the birds and the bees, to our mutual relief and we’d never discussed sex before. I’d learned everything I needed to know at school and in books. I wasn’t looking forward to talking about this particular topic with my only remaining parent.

  He waited until we were in the sleek black SUV before turning to me. “Tell me everything that happened to you after Agent Steel took custody of you.”

  Wrinkling my nose at his choice of words, I didn’t argue that Mark had been in charge of my welfare. Technically, he’d been my guardian until I’d turned eighteen. I’d passed that milestone on the same night that I’d been bitten by Reece. Now Mark was my boss, which was still a bit of a shock. I’d gone from being an ordinary teenager to a supernatural secret agent in the space of two months.

  As quickly and concisely as I could, I told my father about our hunt for the Seven Deadly Sinners. That was the nickname that the team had given to the telepaths. I reached the part where Reece had burst into the base and had looked up at me with feral golden eyes and I ran out of words. The events that had happened after that had been both frightening and exciting. While my physical pleasure had been memorable, it had ultimately resulted in me being turned into a monster.

  I’d described the effect that Lust had on her victims so I wouldn’t have to tell him in detail what had transpired that night. Reading between the lines, my dad crossed his arms when I fell silent. I was glad I was driving for a change. He was both weary and furious, which wasn’t a good combination when you were behind the wheel. “Did he hurt you?” he asked tightly.

  As far as he knew, I’d been an innocent before I’d become a member of the TAK Squad. “No,” I said. “I was frightened, but he didn’t hurt me.” He winced and I offered him a sympathetic look. It couldn’t be easy listening to my story as my father. “It wasn’t Agent Garrett’s fault,” I said. “Shifters apparently have a natural resistance to mind control, but the telepath was too strong for even him to resist. He’d have died if he hadn’t obeyed her order.”

  Turning to study me, what he said next didn’t particularly surprise me. “You know which outcome I’d have preferred,” he said and it was my turn to flinch. He knew me well and he figured there was something that I wasn’t telling him. “You have feelings for him,” he said with heavy certainty.

  Sighing at his perceptiveness, I nodded. “Yeah, I do.” I laughed and it sounded far too mature and cynical for someone of my age. “He doesn’t even remember what happened between us. Just like I don’t remember the second time I…” I trailed off, realizing what I’d been about to divulge.

  “This happened to you more than once?” he asked, outraged on my behalf. “Was it the same guy?”

  Misery that I’d tried hard to suppress came back and I shrugged. “I don’t know who it was. I made the mistake of trying to hunt Lust down on my own and I got too close to her. She must have given me an order to sleep with someone just before Garrett arrived and scared her off.” Being around my dad brought back my habit of referring to people by their rank or surname. I’d mostly broken myself of that habit lately.

  “I apparently managed to get away from him during the drive back to our base,” I continued. “It was the first night of the full moon and it was also the first time that I changed into a werewolf. I don’t remember anything for three nights. I woke up in the forest near the base and found my way back to the compound.” I didn’t think it would be a good idea to tell him that I’d woken up naked and covered in blood. I definitely wasn’t going to mention my shredded underwear.

  “Are you sure you had intercourse with a second man?” he asked and looked pained at what I’d presumably gone through.

  “I must have,” I replied bleakly. “Otherwise, I’d be dead.” Catastrophic brain failure was the result if a victim of the telepaths failed to follow through on the orders that they were given. The fact that I was still alive was proof enough that I’d been intimate with someone.

  I’d been trying hard not to think about who I’d given my body to just five nights ago. There was only so much I could take before I’d break and I felt like I was already teetering on the edge. It wouldn’t take much more to push me over.

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  Chapter Two

  My father went silent when I fi
nished telling him everything that had happened to me while he’d been overseas. Taking quick sidelong looks at him, I could tell that he was blaming himself. As far as I knew, he’d never regretted his job before, but he might very well be regretting it now. If he’d been home, none of this would have happened, not that I held him accountable for any of it.

  I’d been only seventeen and had still been a minor when I’d agreed to assist Mark and his team. I was now an adult, but I almost felt as if my childhood had been stolen away from me. I’d never be the same innocent young teen again.

  We passed the final hour of our journey mostly in silence. I didn’t know what was going to happen once we reached the compound. I suspected that my dad wasn’t going to be able to control his temper. He was almost vibrating with anger and he was breathing faster than normal. I was astounded to realize that I could hear his rapid heartbeat.

  All of my senses had become enhanced after I’d been bitten. Now that I’d become something other than human, my sense of hearing, smell, sight and taste were much stronger than usual. Just like my fellow squad members, I’d be able to track my quarry from their scent alone. My enhanced senses were useful tools, but I wasn’t sure that they outweighed the downside that I was now essentially a monster.

  The sun had set sometime during our journey and it was fully dark by the time we reached the base of the mountains. I turned off onto the lesser used road and eventually took the dirt track that led to the compound. When I stopped at the gate, my father peered upwards through the windscreen at the thirty foot high steel fence that was tipped with razor wire. The electrified barrier looked almost strong enough to imprison an elephant. I took a small remote control device out of my pocket, pressed a button and the gate swung open. The SUV became enclosed by trees as we wended our way along a narrow track.