Contamination 5: Survival (Contamination Post-Apocalyptic Zombie Series) by T.W. Piperbrook

Author:T.W. Piperbrook [Piperbrook, T.W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Post Script Publishing
Published: 2014-06-08T06:00:00+00:00

18

Noah slammed the kitchen door and replaced the wooden table that had barricaded it. His heart beat like a trip-hammer. His rifle lay on the floor. He’d barely managed to grab it before exiting the vehicle.

Caddy furled and unfurled her fists, her face red and tear-stricken. In order to escape, Noah had pulled her from the car, wrenching her from the vehicle that had quickly become a death trap. She hadn’t spoken since the first gunshot.

It seemed like she was in shock.

There was no way to reverse time. Theresa was dead and there was nothing either of them could do about it.

After a few seconds of silence, Caddy erupted.

“My mother!” she shrieked. “We have to go back outside!”

Noah placed his hands on her shoulders, trying to keep her calm.

“We can’t. They’ll shoot us.”

“We can’t leave her behind!”

“She’s gone, Caddy. I’m sorry.”

Caddy’s eyes blazed and she held her hands out like claws.

“This is your fault!” she screamed. “You convinced us to leave the house! We were safe here!”

Caddy tried to push past Noah, reaching for the door, but he held up his hands to stop her. Her body collided with his. She pounded him with her fists, but Noah held his ground.

“You son of a bitch! You killed her!”

Before Noah could speak, Caddy raced away from him and up the stairs. He heard the thump of footsteps as she ascended, then the sound of a door slamming. Outside, the neighborhood had returned to silence.

He strained his ears, but there was no evidence of their attackers. If the shooters were coming in after them, they were keeping quiet.

Rather than chase after Caddy, Noah grabbed the rifle and stalked to the front of the house. He needed to assess the situation immediately. Somewhere out there, the shooters were waiting.

He reviewed the chaos of the last few minutes, trying to gain a clue as to where the shooters might be. It had sounded like the gunshots had come from across the street.

Was it the same men he’d encountered before? Had they followed him back from the truck? If so, he’d led them straight back to Caddy and Theresa. He knew he should have waited.

He was to blame for Theresa’s death.

He’d killed the woman, all for a box of dried fruit.

Noah fought the urge to vomit. He staggered to the front window, choking down his bile, and peered between the slats in the wood. The street was lifeless and empty. He saw no extraneous vehicles, no men crouching between the properties.

The gunshots had come from higher up. The more he thought about it, the more he was certain.

He shifted his gaze to the houses across the street. All of the properties were as destroyed as he remembered them, but the one across the street had the windows open. He didn’t remember that from before.

He peered into the house, looking for the tip of a rifle, the silhouette of a face, but the windows were dark. If the men were inside, they were either hiding or out of sight.

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