The Devil's Farm Read online

  Copyright © 2022 by Raven Gulley

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  Book Cover Design- BY THE BROOKE DESIGNS

  Editing- CookieLynn Publishing Services

  Proofreader- Roxana Coumans

  THE DEVIL’S FARM

  THIS WORLD NOW

  RAVEN GULLEY

  OTHER BOOKS BY RAVEN GULLEY

  * * *

  REAPERS WINGS

  OUTLAWS AWAKENED

  RIDING INTO FIRE

  A BLOODY GOODBYE

  CONTENTS

  1. Joey

  2. Sunny

  3. Ava

  4. Joey

  5. Ava

  6. Joey

  7. Sunny

  8. Ava

  9. Sunny

  10. Ava

  11. Joey

  12. Sunny

  13. Joey

  14. Ava

  15. Joey

  16. Sunny

  17. Ava

  18. Sunny

  19. Joey

  20. Ava

  21. Sunny

  22. Joey

  23. Sunny

  24. Ava

  25. Sunny

  26. Joey

  27. Sunny

  28. Ava

  29. Joey

  30. Ava

  31. Joey

  32. Sunny

  33. Ava

  34. Sunny

  35. Sunny

  36. Joey

  37. Sunny

  CHAPTER 1

  JOEY

  It’s been three months since the world ended. Three months that have been nothing but hell and back for most people. Most people haven’t learned to live without having electricity and running water. They had grown into their luxuries they had every day. Luxuries that are no longer here anymore.

  These three months haven’t been hell and back for me. It’s opened up my eyes to a lot of things. I took a lot of things for granted, like ordinary people. I can overcome this world we’re living in now. As an army veteran who served this United States for twenty years, I’ve come face-to-face with hard times in battle.

  A war has developed against mankind so that we can salvage what’s left of food and toiletries. The national guard has moved into town. They are rationing everything between families. I don’t know how much longer we will be able to sustain it before it gets out of control. For now everything’s okay, but I suspect that will change.

  It started off as a deadly virus. One of those viruses where you have aches and chills. The one where you sleep your day away because you’re too sick to do anything else. When people started waking up from this virus, they didn’t wake up as people. They woke up as something else.

  I’ve never seen anything like it. Watching these zombies rip into other people’s flesh and devour them like food. Those people who have become victims of zombies turn into these things too. We’ve always got to watch our backs. Because if we get bitten, we’ll turn into a zombie. It’s like taking a journey into hell. Except that’s what life is like now. Living is hell. Since life belongs to the devil himself.

  I pull up my jeans and grab my bag full of dirty laundry. Now it’s time for my son Landon and I to go get our box of supplies. I’m clean since I bathed in the river. It’s the best thing about living here in the boonies. There’s always going to be a water supply.

  He turns around and looks down at me. He’s on the top of the hill, watching for zombies. None have ventured out this way yet. “You ready to go, old man?”

  I don’t know who the hell he’s calling old man. Forty isn’t old in my book and hasn’t ever been. “When we get back, the two of us need to plow the garden.”

  He nods. “It’s too hot out right now. We can get it done when the sun goes down.”

  I walk up the hill and join him. “The last thing we need is to have a heat stroke.”

  He takes the bag out of my hands and puts it in the garage. I’ll rinse them out and hang them up when we get back. “I hope we’ll get something good in our box this week.”

  I personally don’t care what we get in our box. I’ll eat anything if it keeps me from going hungry. My son isn’t like me. He’s a twenty-year-old kid who hasn’t truly endured hardships yet.

  “I’m hoping we’ll get some canned food,” I say before getting into the car.

  Canned food will last us for a week, maybe two.

  He slides into the passenger seat. “Maybe we’ll see old Henry today.”

  Henry used to be a preacher at the church we went to. He’s my definition of an old man since he’s in his eighties.

  “I’m sure his daughters are taking good care of him.”

  Henry doesn’t live alone. His family—other than his wife, who died a year ago—are still alive the last I heard.

  I start the car, and I pull into our dirt driveway. To a lot of people, it might be scary having the river on the other side of you, without guardrail. But I’m familiar with driving these curvy roads.

  He nods. “You’re probably right.”

  I’m not a big fan of hip hop, but I turn up one of Landon’s old cds. There’s no radio station, and it’s better than sitting here in silence.

  He peers out the window, looking at the beauty of the mountains, I assume. “Do you think we’re going to stay the rest of our lives at the farm?” he asks.

  I turn down the music and grip the steering wheel. “I hope we can, but I don’t know.”

  Landon doesn’t reply back, but bites down on his lip and wrinkles his brow. It makes me wonder what he’s thinking about.

  I don’t want to think about leaving the farm. It’s our safe haven and our home. The place we’ve been for the last year. There’s no need to walk away from it right now. Hopefully we’ll never have to. Either way, it’s not anything to dwell on. For now, it’s our home and the only thing that matters.

  The disgusting pieces of decaying flesh, aka the zombies, are on the side of the road when we get two miles away from town. I wish I could take my gun and blow their brains out. If I had a lot of bullets, I would, but it would be something stupid to do now.

  I go past the swimming pool, and my eye catches on a petite figure walking around the track. Her shorts are cut just at the middle of her thighs, and she walks tall, an indication she isn’t one of them. A car is parked close by. I speed up, not wanting Landon to see her. He wants to save everyone we come across, but not everyone can be saved. Sometimes you just have to keep moving.

  “Do you think things will ever go back to what they used to be?” He swivels away from the window, and his gaze lands on me.

  I divert my gaze from the road for a brief second. “You’re asking me something I don’t know.” I quickly focus back on the road. “There might be a place that’s more developed with electricity and running water. I can’t even begin to imagine where a place like that would be though.”

  He squeezes my shoulder. “Thanks for being honest with me, old man.”

  “I wouldn’t dare bullshit you.”

  “That’s what makes you a hard ass.”

  I’ve never heard those words come out of his mouth before.

  I laugh. “I guess that’s one way of looking at things.”

  When we reach the old grocery store, there’s several other vehicles in the parking lot. A man who’s got a ball cap on his head smirks at me. He’s got a gun in his hands.

  This isn’t what I was expecting. The national guard was just here last week.

  I crack my knuckles and roll my neck to the side. “Stay here and don’t move. I’m going to see what his fucking deal is.”

  He rubs his pant legs. “I don’t like the looks of this.”

  I don’t either but I’m going to try to keep the peace. “Believe me when I say everything’s going to be alright.”

  He nods but there’s uncertainty on his face. “Things have got to be okay.”

  I open up the door to the car and put my hand on the gun at my hip. It’s something that will always give me comfort. “My name’s Joey and my son Landon is with me. We’ve just come here to get food. We don’t mean you any harm.”

  The man takes a step closer to me. “I hate to break it to you but this grocery store doesn’t belong to you. It belongs to me and my people. I would suggest you get in your car and leave.”

  I ball up my fists at my side. “There’s nowhere else to go in this county. Please don’t make us leave. We’re just asking for anything you have to spare.”

  The man’s eyes are ice cold when he gets out his gun. “I’m not telling you again, get in your car. This isn’t something up for debate.”

  A flash of red flashes before my eyes. I’m not leaving until I have a few choice words with him. I can’t be certain he’s even going to use that gun. “You think that I’m scared of you? I could take you down in a heartbeat.”

  A bullet lands at my feet and a woman appears from on top of the rooftop. “He might be afraid to end you but I’m sure as hell not. If you’re not gone in the next couple of minutes, you’ll be dead.”

  You no good pieces of shit are going to get everything coming to you.

  I stroll back to the car a
nd open up the door. “Looks like this place isn’t one we can go to anymore.”

  He shakes his head in disgust. “You did the right thing by walking away.”

  I’m not so sure about that. If he wouldn’t have been with me I would have taken them both down. I wouldn’t have thought twice about it.

  I start the engine and pull out of the parking lot as another vehicle pulls in. “This is just the start of all the bad things that are going to happen.”

  He wrinkles his nose. “Where are we going now, old man?”

  It couldn’t be any more obvious he doesn’t want to talk about the hell we’re about to endure.

  “To the city to get Heather and Brooke.”

  CHAPTER 2

  SUNNY

  I peek out the window and spot zombies stumbling on the side of the street. Now’s the time to do what I came here to do. I can’t stay here another couple of hours and risk it getting dark out. This hospital’s too big for me to be in it all alone.

  “Please just let me go,” Damon pleads with me.

  This isn’t the first time he’s pled for his life today. He should know by now he’s not getting out of this alive.

  His legs are strapped down to the hospital bed, making it impossible for him to move. I’m not going to give this guy any sympathy. Fuck sympathy. He didn’t have an ounce of it when his drunk ass got behind the wheel and killed my little boy.

  I get my boy’s picture out of my wallet and hold it up for him to see. “Do you remember him?” I demand.

  Damon blinks his eyes. “I can’t say that I’ve ever seen him before.”

  I put the picture back in my wallet and stick it into my pocket.

  Rage ignites inside of me, hot tendrils of fury spreading through my veins. “That’s my boy you fucking killed! You think I’m doing this for fun?”

  Damon’s face twists in pain. “I remember that little boy now. I’m so sorry for what I’ve done. If you let me out of here, I’ll do whatever you ask.”

  He’s not getting out of this fucking hospital. I drove four hours to get here. I’m not just going to let him get away.

  I get the gun out of my pants and point it at his head. The tendons stand out in his neck, and beads of sweat drip down his face. There’s no satisfaction until he’s no longer breathing. “You’re not doing anything except staying here while I blow your fucking head off!”

  Screams erupt from his lips. “Please, someone help me!”

  There’s no one around. I made sure of that four days ago. I wanted to keep this fucker to myself so I could torture him and do what the fuck I want. It’s the right thing to do. The only thing that has consumed my mind these past couple of days.

  I put my finger on the trigger, ready to pull it any time. “Nobody’s here. I would suggest you shut the fuck up.”

  Tears stream down his face. “I understand why you’re doing this. I really do. You seem like a good guy, and this will eat away at your soul.”

  He doesn’t know anything about me. So how can he say this is going to eat away at my soul?

  I’m done talking to him. He’s trying to stall me and I don’t have any time to waste.

  The sound of ferocious growls echoes through the air. A shudder runs up and down my spine. These fucking zombies are in here, and I don’t know how many of them there are.

  I put my gun back into my pants. “Say hello to the devil when you join him in hell. Let him know I’ll be coming there next.”

  He raises up, and his mouth falls open. “You can’t just leave me here for those things.”

  I open up the window, prepared to get the fuck out of here. “I can, and I will.”

  The door opens, and what used to be a woman comes into the room. Her hair’s red, and she’s missing an arm. Snarls escape from her lips, and she makes her way towards Damon. I watch her sink her teeth into him. Blood squirts in every direction, and screams pour past his lips. It’s probably going to take her a while to finish him off. As much as I want to, I can’t stand around for that.

  A zombie blocks my path to my truck. I shoot it in the head, and it goes down.

  I run past it and hop into the driver’s side. I start the engine and prepare to get out of here. Happiness runs through my body, having seen that fucker in pain. It’s a more suitable death for him being ripped apart by zombies. Heat radiates through my chest since he’s in more pain than he would’ve been if I shot him.

  My lips press together in a grimace, and a lump forms in my throat. While I’m happy the fucker is going to be dead soon, it’s a shame the numbness my heart still has. Killing him didn’t bring my boy back.

  I strum my fingers on the steering wheel. Now’s the time to figure out where to go next. I’m not staying in this city tonight. It’s like a death sentence waiting to happen.

  I think back to the river me and my boy used to fish at. It’s away from the city and in a small town. I’ll be able to get there before nightfall.

  My little boy’s wrangled body comes to mind. I shove the image out of my head. I’ve got to focus on surviving. He’s something I can’t think about. There’s always time to have a breakdown later. Now, to get to the house in one piece before night comes. It should be an easy task but is probably going to be a difficult one.

  CHAPTER 3

  AVA

  The sound of a gunshot from outside vibrates through the house, and my stomach twists in knots. I go to the window and stare at a man who’s wearing a prison jumpsuit. A body of a woman lies in the grass by his feet.

  I’ve got to get out of here before he comes in here for me. The back door to my house opens, and I freeze. Oh God, he’s got an accomplice, and I didn’t get to lock the door in time. I’m dead as dead can be.

  Angel peeks his head into the living room, and relief washes over me. He’s been my best friend ever since high school. Even though that was twenty years ago. “I’m glad I got here in time. There’s a group of them. We’ve got to go now, before we become their next victims.”

  A wave of sadness washes over me. This is my home, and to leave it because of these disgusting human beings is beyond me. I don’t have anywhere else to go. My grandmother, the woman who raised me, passed away last year. She’s the only family I had.

  I follow behind him as we step outside into the hot summer air. There isn’t another man in sight. If they’re in groups, I’m sure they can’t be far.

  Angel ducks behind a bush and motions for me to join him. “We’ve got to make a run across the street to my car.”

  Fear eats me alive at the thought of crossing the street. Not only have we got zombies to look out for, but monstrous human beings. I clear my throat. “How many more of them are out here?”

  Sweat drips from Angel’s forehead. “I don’t know. I’ve only seen five of them.”

  I grip the cross necklace around my neck. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

  Angel squeezes my hand. “Keep running, and don’t look back.”

  My body trembles at the very thought of being out in the open. This is the first time I’ve set foot outside my house in the last week. I didn’t think I would have to leave like this.

  I take a deep breath and start running. The wind blows my blonde hair across my face, and I push it away. The area’s completely empty except for his car. Maybe these disgusting human beings are somewhere else. I hope and pray they don’t come around any time soon.

  The man in the jumpsuit peeks his head from the corner of my house. I kneel down on the ground so he doesn’t see me. I wish he would just leave so Angel’s cover wouldn’t be blown.

  Crippling fear cuts into Angel’s eyes, widening them and making the familiar brown turn almost black. My entire body aches for him to be near me. He’s got to come out of this alive. I don’t know what I’m going to do without him.