Came Monsters by Pete Aldin

Author:Pete Aldin [Aldin, Pete]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombies
Amazon: B07GV8PJVH
Publisher: Pete Aldin
Published: 2018-10-01T04:00:00+00:00

14

Erikson was right outside, or maybe the regular chuffs of fabric on the other side of the wall were coming from the brutish Miller. The SERPs weren't taking chances with an unlocked door.

The tiny dark eye of the camera warned him off action. Even if he could use a chair or drawer or some part of them, the hostiles would be ready. He slumped against a wall and tried to think. Nothing came to him. Unless one of these assholes made a mistake, there were no plays to make.

It took some time for Jimmy to move. In a single moment, he went from catatonic to manic, jumping to his feet, pacing a while, before drinking from the tap as Kyle had suggested. Wiping his mouth, he said, "You wanted them to kill me."

Maybe if he got his bootlaces off under the table where the camera couldn't see, tied them together. Miller had a collar on his armor, but Elliot might get a garrote over the top. He realized belatedly that Jimmy had said something. "What?"

"You wanted them to kill me."

"No way, Cochise."

"You did."

"I didn't want the rest of our people getting in the same trouble as us."

Jimmy huffed and dropped back onto his chair. For a half minute, he whispered to himself and then he asked, "What's happening to Woodsy?"

How the hell did Elliot know? "They might kill him. After he gives them the info." Jimmy put his hands in his oily hair, his elbows on the table. Elliot continued, "Or they might take him with them when he shows them where we live. They can use him as bait to get our people to drop their guard."

Or maybe—just maybe—Woodsy would lie and buy them all some time.

For all the good that would do in the end. How in Christ was he going to get out of this room, this building?

They'd taken his dive watch; he felt an hour creep past as Jimmy muttered and smoothed his hair and worried at the splint on his fingers, and Elliot fought the urge to turn over tables and chairs.

What was Angie thinking now, doing now? They'd been inside the walls for over twelve hours. Would she have left? Would she wait?

"What will they do to us?"

It took a moment to recognize the question wasn't rhetorical. Elliot said, "You and I are fit and strong. They'll make us work for them."

If we're lucky.

It was the most likely reason Kyle had left Elliot his fingers and toes, elbows and knees.

Another hour slid by. And then footsteps, voices. The door swung out and two stubby SIG MCX barrels poked in at them.

"Stay where you are," Miller rumbled unnecessarily. He and Erikson flanked the door and Da Silva entered, tossing two sets of handcuffs onto a kitchen counter.

"Sorry to keep you. Put these on."

"Where's Kyle?" Elliot asked, unmoving.

"On his way to your place." His brows rose in triumph. "Put the cuffs on."

Jimmy slid from his chair and complied. But Elliot said, "Why?"

"Why? So you don't try anything and get yourself killed.

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