Dark Days (Apocalypse Z) by Manel Loureiro

Author:Manel Loureiro [Loureiro, Manel]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781477809310
Amazon: 1477809317
Publisher: AmazonCrossing
Published: 2013-10-08T00:00:00+00:00

25

The rope ladder swayed violently; its rough surface burned my hands as we descended on it to the runway. Preceding me was tall, silent Marcelo. Unlike most Argentines, he was a man of few words, but he seemed confident in everything he did. Next down the ladder was Pritchenko. In his excitement, he was humming an indecipherable tune under his breath. Broto, the computer tech, and Pauli were waiting for us on the runway.

My thoughts were a bit scattered, so when my feet touched the ground, I gave a little hop. “Once more into the breach dear friends,” I said, quoting Shakespeare’s Henry the Fifth. I looked up at the plane, thinking how safe we’d be in there. The copilot watched us out the side window and gave us a mock salute, then slammed the Plexiglas window shut. Those sons of bitches. They’d be safe in there while we dragged our asses through Undead-infested Madrid. But that was how it had to be. There were only a handful of people left in the world who knew how to fly a plane that size, so they were worth their weight in gold. No point in brooding. We all had to play the cards we were dealt.

I joined the other members of my group. With sweaty hands, I grabbed the gun I’d been issued—a nine-millimeter Glock, like the one I took off the soldier back home a million years ago. I also had a dozen magazines stashed in my backpack and a sheath full of spears stitched to the leg of my wetsuit.

The legionnaires looked at me funny and made wisecracks about my wetsuit, but I wore it anyway. It was the main reason I’d survived. If something works, why the hell change? Plus, I was superstitious enough to believe that nothing bad would happen to Prit or me as long as I had it on. Bottom line, it made me feel better and that alone was worth it.

One of the legionnaires looked worried as he conferred with Tank. Something had gone wrong. I overheard him say that the group that had headed for the airport’s Aviation Museum wasn’t answering radio calls. Shit…

The hairs rose on the back of my neck and I broke out in a cold sweat. If we didn’t secure every access to the runway, thousands of Undead would overrun it in minutes. There’d be so many, the plane wouldn’t be able to take off. The engines would suck in dozens of bodies and explode, trapping us forever.

The heavy-duty wire fence surrounding the runway was over twenty feet high. The first dozen Undead—men, women and children—had gathered there and were shaking the fence, sending up a cacophony of sounds as they beat against the steel mesh like a bunch of drunk monkeys. If that fence gave way, we’d really be screwed.

In less than ten minutes, a huge crowd of Undead had already gathered. Within an hour there’d be tens of thousands. I pictured a long procession of corpses parading

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