Cyber Apocalypse (Book 2): As Our World Falls by Hunt Jack

Author:Hunt, Jack [Hunt, Jack]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Post-Apocalyptic | Survival | Thriller
Published: 2020-04-12T04:00:00+00:00

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Lopez loomed over the body of the chief and spat on him. “Rest in peace, asshole!” After the siege on the department, Lopez and his men bulldozed their way into the barricaded office of Chief Berryman. With a gun to his head, he had no option but to hand over Garcia’s address. When asked where he’d gone, the chief couldn’t answer other than to say he’d disappeared. Unsatisfied or simply thirsty for blood, he ended the chief’s life. In less than ten minutes they had made quick work of the officers inside. Outnumbered, the few overseeing the department didn’t stand a chance. Lopez had men posted at the main doors just in case others returned but the chances of that were slim. They were out patrolling the streets, searching through the rubble for survivors.

Now with Garcia’s address in hand he had no reason to keep Ken around.

Shoved into the corridor and led toward the main foyer, Ken fully expected to be shot in the back of the head, however, when they led him out of the building he wondered if Lopez was considering his offer.

“Are you going to kill me?”

“Get in the truck.”

The unknown was crippling him.

Ken climbed in and Lopez pushed him over and slammed the door. He seemed to get off on keeping him in the dark. They drove in silence through Petaluma as Ken continued to try and make him think about how Petaluma could be a land of milk and honey. Lopez wasn’t biting. His face was stoic and focused on the road ahead, even as he continued to hold a gun to his ribs. “Do you think that’s necessary? It’s not like I could overpower even one of you,” he said, letting out a nervous chuckle.

No reply.

They drove to the northwest side of Petaluma to a quaint neighborhood just off Emerald Court. The road ended in a cul-de-sac. The homes were modest, Garcia’s was a clapboard two-bedroom abode with an American flag out front, a common sight at many U.S. homes. There was no vehicle in the driveway but that didn’t mean he wasn’t there. Ken bounced in his seat as the truck went into the driveway and the other three vehicles parked outside. Like a SWAT team preparing to burst inside, they got out and removed rifles from the trunks of their vehicles and surrounded the building.

All he could do was watch as they unloaded a few rounds, breaking windows. They kicked open a door and entered. A moment later, Lopez stepped outside and motioned to the guy in the truck to bring in Ken.

Was Garcia alive?

Shoved through the main door, he was greeted by the sight of a pristine home, certainly not what he imagined. He’d always thought that Garcia was using his position with the police to cover up some shady business. He figured there would be drug paraphernalia on the table, lines of coke or a bag of cash sitting nearby. Nope. There wasn’t one thing out of place. The carpets were immaculate.

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