Killer Z by Greg L. Miller

Author:Greg L. Miller [Miller, Greg L.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Zombies
Published: 2013-10-14T04:00:00+00:00

23

The raft bounces on the choppy waves. Only a few buildings remain above the raging sea in the National Mall. In the distance, the Willard Hotel crumbles into the murky water.

“I hate these waves,” Mark mutters.

The raft pitches to the left. Mist lifts from the water and casts everything in a ghostly white hue. The raft lurches to the right and bumps into the collapsing wall of the Madison building. Nearby a whirlpool sucks everything into its swirling depths. He picks up the oar and tries pushing away from the wall and whirlpool. There’s a motor but he’s clueless on how to start it. A man clinging to a door tries reaching for the raft but he’s sucked away.

Waves collide and crisscross. The undercurrent propels the raft to the Jefferson building’s main reading hall. Only inches of the dome protrude from the sea. A security guard struggles in the broken glass dome. The man’s hands are bloodied and face bloated from being underwater. He reaches through the metal frame and grabs for the raft. Milky white eyes glare at Mark as he misses.

Another wave pushes the raft past the dome. Mark’s knuckles turn white from holding the safety lines. A thirty foot mud barrier runs along Constitution Ave marking where the city has sunk. Mist reduces visibility to almost nothing. He thinks he feels the waters getting lower as he moves through the city, but it’s impossible to know for sure.

“God, I need your help,” he prays, not wanting to die.

The mist parts revealing a granite cathedral like building with a clock tower. The Old Post Office was the first building in Washington D.C. to be constructed with a steel frame. With its clock tower, it’s one of the five tallest in the city. The waves push the raft up the granite steps, leaving it to rest against the top step where the water has become shallow. Nearby security guards stand underneath a stone arch watching.

The guards point and jump excitedly and he turns around. A red double-decker tourist bus approaches the raft. He could reach out and touch the vehicle’s peeling red paint if he wanted. The driver’s window is caked with blood and a body slumps over the steering wheel. Corpses sit fastened in their seats. The bus crashes into the building’s flag balcony, its nose buried into the left supporting arch. One of the guards rushes to the bus as a second guard helps Mark out of the raft.

“Steve, don’t touch the bus,” the security guard helping Mark says. His nametag says Oretha.

“I’m not! But we should report this to Becket,” Steve replies.

“Well help me get this raft secured first,” Oretha says.

They secure the raft under the right arch and then Mark follows the pair inside. His water soaked shoes slap loudly on the marble. The building is ten stories of commercial space with floors open in the center to a large central courtyard. People wander around the food court.

“We were lucky the roof didn’t go,” Oretha says.

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