Cordyceps Victoriosis by Ian Duncan

Author:Ian Duncan [Duncan, Ian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: zombies, last of us, world war z, Thriller, bio thiller
Publisher: Hammerdown
Published: 2020-01-03T07:00:00+00:00

The man with the axe lifted one finger. “I’ve seen it.”

“Show it to me,” Cole said.

Twenty-Seven

TRUBILINSKI’S EYES NARROWED when he heard it: a discordant ruckus blasting from the open CJ-7 bouncing down the wooded drive, what the general wouldn’t have cared to know was actually a song called Thickfreakness by The Black Keys.

The Jeep rolled to a stop in the gravel outside the cabin they referred to, in their coded communications, as Checkpoint Charlie. Trubilinski sat the porch in a battered piece of wicker, the silenced pistol balanced on one arm of the chair, and a tumbler of bourbon on the other.

The music died with the engine, and a character familiar to Trubilinski slid from the seat. He wore jeans and a T-shirt several sizes too small. Sunglasses and an unmarked ball cap concealed what little of his face the beard did not. He reached into the back of the Jeep and lifted out a compact paratrooper’s M240 SAW, carrying it by the handle as casually as one might tote a six-pack of beer.

He mounted the wooden steps and set the machine gun on the porch. He stood with his hands on his hips studying Trubilinski, a bulge of chewing tobacco stretching his cheek. The muscles of his arms were almost ridiculously large for his compact body, as though he were a child’s action figure brought to life.

“How long have you been here?”

“An hour.”

“Who knows you’re here?”

“No one.”

The bearded man nodded his approval and surveyed the yard for a moment before leaning over the rail to spit. He looked back at the general. “Why does it look like an elephant jizzed on your pants?”

Trubilinski squinted in the bright light. “It’s probably best if we don’t talk about it.”

The bearded man finally grinned. “It’s damn good to see you, sir.”

“Good to see you, Sam.” Trubilinski lifted the bottle from the porch beside him and held it up. “Care to toast the end of the world with me?”

“Don’t mind if I do.” Sam accepted the bottle and unscrewed the cap.

Trubilinski watched him take a pull. He knew better than to bother offering the former SEAL a glass. “I seem to have dropped my phone in the river. I was hoping you could keep me abreast of the latest news.”

Sam wiped his mouth and shrugged. “Fucked up beyond all belief.”

Trubilinski sipped his bourbon.

Sam stared across the yard. “It’s in Alexandria. As of an hour ago.”

“Inside the Beltway already. Climbers?”

Sam shook his head. “The coughers came first. An outdoor venue of some kind. They started finding climbers after that. Day-old sprouts, sounded like.”

“Washington will be in chaos by tomorrow, then.”

“I’d say a full-on panic is already underway,” Sam said. “You should see the roads.”

“Good.”

“Good?”

Trubilinski nodded. “Good.”

“Alright, sir, clue me what to do. You want to bug out, mark an LZ for a chopper, what?”

Trubilinski sipped his bourbon, then turned the amber fluid in the sunlight. “I’d like to make my way down to Corpus Christi, but I need to destroy something first.”

“I’m your huckleberry,” Sam said, grinning.

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