Desolate - The Complete Trilogy by Brumm Robert

Author:Brumm, Robert [Brumm, Robert]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi, epub
Publisher: DeadPixel Publications
Published: 2013-04-05T16:00:00+00:00

Dave Penske had seen his fair share of refugee shantytowns over the years while serving in the Corps. The parking lot in front of Oswald Regional certainly fit the description. It was hard to tell, but he guessed there were at least a hundred people milling about with more on the way in by car or on foot.

Smoke from dozens of cooking fires and barbeques rose above the tents, campers, vans, and buses scattered about. Many of the survivors wore new clothes from the Montego Bay shopping district. Shopping carts overflowing with looted goods, much of it useless, were everywhere.

Dave wiped the sweat from his eyes and scanned the crowd looking for any sort of threat. Everybody seemed content enough for now with their looted goods and food supplies. Hopefully, there wasn’t any reason that his group would be in danger from the rest of the survivors.

Tre slowly weaved the truck through the crowd. Minnie asked several people for a doctor and they all pointed at the hospital. Parked in front of the building was a large RV and what appeared to be a military command vehicle. A small group of people gathered around a couple of tables in front of the RV.

“Everybody stay put,” Dave said. “I’m going to see who’s in charge.” He hopped out of the truck and approached the table.

“Sir,” a man wearing a tiger-stripe camouflage uniform approached him, his hand on his holstered side arm. “No weapons here.”

Dave looked down and realized he was still holding his AK. “Sorry,” he said. He cleared the action on the rifle, removed the magazine, and shouldered the AK using the strap. “Good enough?” he asked. “I was a United States Marine if that means anything to you. I know how to handle it.” The soldier eyed him and then his group in the truck.

“Are you in charge here?” Dave asked the soldier. “We need a doctor for our friend.”

“I’m Colour Sergeant Arscott. Second Battalion, Jamaica Regiment. So far, I’m the highest ranking member of the JDF here.”

“So you’re in charge?” Dave asked.

Arscott pointed at the RV. “There’s a member of the house of representatives here as well. Doctor Marshall of the Westmoreland Central. We’ve been working together, trying to help the people and keep order best we can.”

“Is he a medical doc or book doc? Like I said, my friend…”

“Inside,” Arscott cut him off. “You can find help inside, but first we need everybody’s names. We’re trying to keep a record.”

From the back of the truck, Howard must have gained consciousness and started moaning loudly. “Look, that can wait,” snapped Dave. “We need help now!”

“Fine,” Arscott surrendered. “Take him to the front door.”

Dave ran back to the truck to find Howard awake and bent over in pain again. “Tre!” he shouted. “Pull up to the front doors. There’s help inside.”

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