After: Dying Light (AFTER post-apocalyptic series, Book 6) by Nicholson Scott

Author:Nicholson, Scott [Nicholson, Scott]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Haunted Computer Books
Published: 2015-04-24T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY

“That might not have been the best move,” Stephen said, ears still ringing from Franklin’s semi-automatic burst.

“I had to kill them,” Franklin said.

“But they heard us.”

“I don’t think Rachel and Kokona made it here yet,” Franklin said. “We can’t do anything about all the Zapheads, but if we can find those babies, we can take care of them ahead of time.”

Stephen didn’t like that idea. The hospital was spooky enough as it was, with all those bodies piled around, but Franklin wanted to go even deeper? The corridors were dark, and the curtains would be drawn in many of the room windows. And the hospital was four stories tall. That was a lot of possible places to hide eight little things.

“Those babies could be anywhere,” Stephen said.

“Yeah, but the people ordered to collect the bodies wouldn’t have carried them up the stairs,” Franklin said. “They probably tried to keep the job as simple as possible.”

“Then why didn’t they dump them with the Zapheads out in the waiting room?”

“Hilyard might have realized their significance. The hospital makes the most sense— but it’s possible he had them taken to another location, or plans to use them to torment the Zapheads. Maybe spear them on stakes like Vlad Dracul’s son used to do to his enemies’ heads to show what a badass he was.”

“That would mean nothing to the Zapheads,” Stephen said. He’d heard about Vlad the Impaler in comic books. “They don’t get scared or mad. They get even.”

Franklin nodded down the corridor, where the shadows resembled walls of tar that would suck you in and sigh as you vanished. “We check out the first floor and then boogie out of here before Hilyard sends a scout team. Deal?”

“Sure,” Stephen said. “What about the dark?”

“Wait here.” Franklin went around the nurse’s station, opened a closet, and made a clatter as he dumped supplies to the floor. He came out with a glass bottle of clear liquid and a long cotton bandage. He laid his rifle on the counter, unscrewed the bottle’s lid, and wormed the cotton until one end was submerged in the liquid. He fumbled in his pocket and came out with a box of wooden matches.

“Let there be light,” he said, striking a match and applying it to the other end of the cotton.

“Where did you learn that?” Stephen asked with admiration.

“Same place I got my second wife. The Internet.” He held out the makeshift lamp to Stephen. “You have to carry this. I need both hands for the gun.”

The cotton wick was already burning toward the mouth of the bottle. Stephen took the bottle, watching the flickering bands of light on Franklin’s face. “You almost look like a Zapper when the fire reflects in your eyes.”

“That’ll be the day. Careful when the wick burns down, it might get hot. But the alcohol won’t get enough air to really combust, so it should be safe. Just don’t drop it or you might have to do a ‘Stop, drop, and roll.

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