Hard Rain Falling (Walking in the Rain Book 3) by William Allen

Author:William Allen [Allen, William]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Action & Adventure, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction, Post-Apocalyptic
Amazon: B00VZ0YEH4
Published: 2015-04-10T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

I was dreaming. I knew it, but still I couldn’t wake up. The roaring of monsters and the screams of the victims held me in thrall. I tried to move but found myself caught fast. Then, a familiar voice caught my ear and all else came to a thundering halt.

“Wake up, Luke. They’re here.”

Arms and legs started moving for real then as I sat up in the back seat, my hand filled with the weight of my pistol.

“Wow,” Summer whispered. Looking over, I could see her face in the dim moonlight. The heavy tint on the windows only seemed to affect certain wavelengths and so, we could still see by the faint light cast by the moon. “You said he was jumpy in his sleep, but that was awesome; in a scary sort of way.”

“What?” I hissed, scanning for the threat.

“Guard just came around a minute ago, said they picked up movement outside the perimeter. Using night vision, he said,” Amy explained, pulling her sleep shirt off over her head and quickly pulling the advanced body armor on over her t-shirt. She said the new stuff was not exactly comfortable, but better than what we had before. I didn’t want her to ever need it, but better to have it. After securing the Velcro straps, she slipped on her oversized plaid work shirt and started fastening the buttons.

“Perve,” Lori teased, seeming my eyes only on Amy as she did the same thing. Summer and I chose to sleep in our armor instead.

“Yep,” I muttered, and started checking my loadout. CETME or M4? Despite how some people teased, I did not clank when I walked. I did like having options, though. I decided on taking the bigger scoped rifle and taking the M4 as backup. I could strap it across my back and carry a basic load in addition to the four spare magazines I had for the CETME.

I thought about the sniper rifle still strapped in its case but dismissed it yet again. That was a precision instrument, a .338 Lapua Magnum Barrett 98B. The same rifle that I’m sure killed Jay. I wasn’t superstitious about weapons that way, but like I told Sergeant Barlow, I didn’t know the system or have a chance to sight it yet.

“So what’s the plan?” Amy asked.

“I’m thinking we spread out and set up under the Suburban. Let me see, the fence is that way,” I gestured to my right. “So I’ll go there. I need one of you to each take positions front, side, and back to cover. You guys will have to watch for any leakers coming through at other spots, if they manage to get through the fence.”

“Why get out?” Lori asked, but she kept pulling her gear together as she spoke. She was already wearing her pistol and was stuffing loaded magazines for her M4 in a messenger style bag. I thought she might be overdoing it with twenty loaded magazines, but better too much than too little.

“Because we really can’t shoot from inside here, and I don’t want to get trapped.

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