Atomic Threat Box Set [Books 1-3] by Bowman Dave

Author:Bowman, Dave [Bowman, Dave]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Post-Apocalyptic | Survival
Published: 2020-04-24T22:00:00+00:00

16

Jack's eyes moved between the man in front of him and his revolver.

Jack had his own pistol trained on the guy. But off to the side, he could hear shouts and movement as the other men within the junkyard came running over.

Behind Jack came a voice, surprising them both.

“Drop it.”

Brent came to a stop beside Jack.

He aimed his gun with both hands at the man threatening Jack.

In the split second of surprise, Jack fired.

It hit the man, and he fell backward.

The man fired his own gun, but it went wide and missed both Jack and Brent.

At nearly the same instant, Brent fired his pistol. But he didn't aim properly and he missed wildly. He stumbled back from the recoil.

Jack fired his gun again, shooting the man dead.

“Run!” he ordered Brent.

The two of them took off running toward the highway. They crossed the exposed distance along the fence.

Two or three men in the junkyard began firing at them. A few rounds hit the ground near them or ricocheted off the fence.

Once Jack and Brent made it to the stand of trees, they took cover.

“You don't know how to use that,” Jack said quickly, fearing Brent would shoot Jack or himself accidentally. “Keep it pointed down!”

The men on the other side of the fence had gotten too close. They were standing in the open of the junkyard now, where the moonlight illuminated them.

Jack aimed at one of them and squeezed the trigger.

He missed. He fired twice more.

The guy fell.

The other one kept firing.

“Go,” he told Brent as he aimed at the shooter. “Get out of here!”

Brent couldn't help him now – he was just a hindrance at this point.

Brent hesitated.

“Go!”

Brent took off.

Jack fired at the man in the yard, then ran ahead to take cover behind another tree.

His heart was pounding in his head. He was running low on ammo, he knew.

Every shot had to count.

He held his fire, hoping that it was too dark for the remaining man to see him. He had lost track of where his opponent was.

Suddenly, more shots came from within the yard. The guy had moved again, but Jack could see where he was from the muzzle flash of his firearm.

Jack took a breath. Everything was riding on this.

He steadied his arm and fired once.

He could hear the man fall to the ground, followed by his pistol a split second later as his arm splayed out to the side.

Jack waited, trying to calm his breathing.

The junkyard was silent. The three shooters appeared to be dead.

But what about the leader, the man wearing boots?

Jack shifted his gaze toward the office. It was quiet.

Perhaps he had a chance at that Pathfinder after all.

Moving quietly but efficiently, he crept through the stand of trees back toward the office. From his new position, he could see the three men's bodies lying on the ground in the moonlight.

Jack ran across the exposed area, then got to the concrete wall once more. He stopped and listened. Still, no sound

Slowly, carefully, Jack moved farther along the wall.

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