Extremis (The Hell Zone Series Book 1) by A.L. Masters

Author:A.L. Masters [Masters, A.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-07-17T16:00:00+00:00

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The truck in the driveway has three-quarters of a tank of gas and plenty of room for our stuff. I load it all up while she keeps watch with her rifle. I’m counting on her to be at least a halfway decent shot, but I have the pistol on my hip just in case.

The day started out sunny and bright, but it’s becoming overcast now that it’s nearing noon.

I just finished grilling the meat and we decided to wrap it up and take it with us. She ate too many bagels and too much jam, and I had the last half dozen eggs from the stranger’s fridge along with some other fresh foods that I thought I might not get for a while. We’ll be good on calories for today, at least.

It’ll take a good four hours to reach the outskirts of Lawrence where Erin’s parents live. We should have plenty of daylight left to find shelter if—

I cut myself off. I can’t think about that right now.

Unstable. Unhinged. Unsound. Unsteady. Unreliable.

I could go on and on with un words to describe a state of being, and they all capture that condition of wrongness that has pervaded my mind since leaving the city.

It’s not just me, I know she feels it too. The way she casts uneasy glances around us and the fact that she hasn’t let me out of her sight once since she woke up confirms it.

She’s tough, but this thing is big and we don’t know where it ends.

It’s hard to believe that I was unaware of just how widespread it all was. In fact, I might even be more stable than I first assumed. Leaving the city, I was depressed, sure…but was I really on the brink of absolute insanity?

I don’t think so, which leads me to believe that Friday I was just as affected by whatever is happening as the rest of the country. Friday, I was not immune. Saturday, I was not immune, and neither am I immune today. At least today I have an ally and a friend…and a shitload of weapons and food which is way more than I started with.

The truck is packed and ready. We’ve taken one last bathroom break and had one last look through the house for anything useful. It’s time to go.

“Let’s go see if we can’t find some gas cans in that shop building,” she says.

She read my mind.

I take the pistol from the holster in my waistband and walk across the driveway more confidently than I feel. The bodies from last night are still lying in the gravel, and now that they aren’t trying to kill us anymore, I feel pity for them.

The corpses look older than only a day and I’m confronted by yet another impossibility. Zombies don’t exist, but whatever these things are, they aren’t alive…at least not the ones we dealt with last night.

Her Aunt Shirley is another matter, but these…these have been dead a while. I’m not a forensic specialist and

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