Hellspawn (Book 7): Hellspawn Aftermath by Fleet Ricky

Author:Fleet, Ricky [Fleet, Ricky]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Publisher: Optimus Maximus Publishing, LLC
Published: 2020-06-08T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 25

“It’s locked, Sarge,” said Harkiss from within the gauntlet’s holding area.

“Blast the lock, we don’t have time to find another way around.”

“Roger, Sarge.” The team moved to either side of the entrance, backs to the wall. Harkiss carefully aimed at the lock housing. The first round hit, sparks flying. The second round destroyed the inner workings and the door creaked open. Holbeck held them back while he carried out a recce. Terrified prisoners were running around like headless chickens. Sets of keys could be heard jangling. They were trying to seal themselves in.

“Idiots,” mumbled Matt.

“What?”

“The only keys left that open the cells and wings are locked in Craig’s safe.”

“How do you know they haven’t got inside the safe?” asked Holbeck.

Frantic cursing from the key bearer answered for him. “They don’t fucking fit!”

“Try another,” said another voice.

Matt raised an eyebrow to say you see.

“Now we’re in the lion’s den. Watch your battle partner’s arse like a hawk. We move unseen and use the shadows.”

Taking the lead with Matt, Holbeck followed the limping prisoner. Security checkpoints were all open. Offices protected by reinforced glass were empty. Every able man was likely at the doors, trying to hold back the dead. The darkness was nearly absolute without the overhead lights working. Thin slits of high set safety glass let in a few scant slivers of winter light. Decades of budget cuts had left the panes filthy from lack of cleaning, lending the rays a murky edge.

“Down there!”

A pitch black staircase went down into the bowels of the prison. “Torches on.”

The Virtus helmet LEDs lanced through the darkness, revealing nothing.

“It’s clear. Rear teams hold position. Harkiss and Petermann, clear the bottom.”

Staying to the right, they descended. It gave them a wider field of view of the passage as it opened up as well as allowing Holbeck and Carpenter to cover the opening from their elevated position.

“Clear!” Harkiss shouted. “There’s a locked door, Sarge.”

Holbeck turned to Matt. “What can we expect? What’s the layout?”

“It’s one small wing with ten cells to either side. Nonces on the left, normal people on the right.”

“Any way out?”

“Only these steps.”

“Good. Wait here, I don’t expect you to hop down after us.”

“I appreciate that, lad.”

Running down the steps, Harkiss and Dougal lowered their rifles as the sergeant crossed the line of fire and moved to the door.

“Private, we may need to blow this lock too. Be ready,” ordered Holbeck.

Banging on the steel with a clenched fist, he heard movement on the other side.

“Who’s there? Identify yourself!”

A panicked mumbling was all he could make out.

“Identify yourself! This is the British Army!”

The mumbling changed to a sharp intake of breath.

“We’re here for the civilians. Open up or we blow the fucking door!”

Expecting to be ignored despite the threat, Holbeck heard the clank of a released lock. A solitary face peered out as the door swung open, squinting at the harsh glare of the helmet torches directed at him.

“Name?”

“Perry, sir,” he whispered.

“You’re a con?”

“Yes… Yes, sir.”

“You were keeping them locked up?” Holbeck spat, raising his gun, ready to carry out an unauthorised execution.

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