Heaven in Hell: Box Set Episodes 1-4 by Dia Cole

Author:Dia Cole
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781946975058
Publisher: Black Diamond Press LLC
Published: 2017-06-24T05:00:00+00:00

3

The momentum from Dominic’s push sent me careening into something hard and metal. Realizing it was a cart, I tried unsuccessfully to keep it from overturning. Pots and pans clattered to the ground. If there were any Biters inside, I’d just rung the dinner bell.

“Help me,” Dominic shouted.

Holstering my gun, I rushed to his side.

Together we barricaded the door using the overturned cart and several metal racks that stood as tall as Dominic.

Without the light from outside, we were left in almost complete darkness.

Someone pounded on the door.

My heart lurched in my chest. Eden?

A deep male voice shouted, “Let me in. Por favor.” The door cracked open.

It was one of the gang members.

We can’t let him in.

“Push,” Dominic ordered.

We both grabbed hold of one of the shelves and pushed.

Next to me, Dominic gritted his teeth. The tendons in his neck popped with exertion.

The door moved back and forth as we shoved, and the man shoved back.

Outside, he shouted at us in Spanish. I didn’t understand his words but their meaning was clear. He was begging for his life.

My resolve and grip on the shelves slipped.

He’ll die out there.

Dominic grimaced, having to pick up my slack.

No sympathy. He would have killed us.

Rallying my nerves, I wiped my sweaty palms on my pants and pushed again.

The man outside gave a bloodcurdling scream.

The door slammed closed. Dominic and I crashed forward.

He jumped up, but I stayed on the cold floor welcoming the punishing pinch of the metal shelves digging into my skin.

The sound of tearing flesh and zombies feeding made my stomach turn.

I’m responsible for that man’s death.

That knowledge sat in my stomach like a lead balloon.

“Get up.” Dominic jerked me to my feet and clicked on his flashlight.

I was momentarily dazzled by light reflecting off every surface. We were in a twenty-by-twenty square foot kitchen about the size of the break room at the office. Everything around us, including the counters, the cabinets, and the rows of gas ranges, was stainless steel. Thankfully, the stale air smelled faintly of Lysol and grease instead of death and decay. There didn’t appear to be Biters inside.

Dominic kicked open the swinging double doors into the front part of the restaurant and hauled me through. There was only a moment to take in the peanut shell-covered floors, saddle-topped bar stools, and the mechanical bull ride situated near the pool tables before Dominic flung me behind the bar counter. He whispered, “Stay. I’ll clear the room.” Then he was gone.

Trying not to freak out at his disappearing act, I took stock of the rows of colorful bottles lining the mirrored back of the bar.

Who needs twenty different brands of whiskey? Seriously?

The rubber floor mats were sticky and smelled of tequila and beer. In some small way, it reminded me of the strip club. Feeling more comfortable, I stretched out my legs. My knee was starting to feel numb. Refusing to consider the implications of that, I tried to rub some feeling back into it.

Needing something to clear the taste of death from my mouth, I dug around my backpack until I found a water bottle.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.