Liberty by Seth King

Author:Seth King [King, Seth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-10-31T00:00:00+00:00

Liberty nightclub

The bathroom door closes behind me, and I’m officially alone.

I turn to the right, towards the entrance and the shooter, and then glance away just as quickly – a dead guy, no more than thirty years old, is staring straight at me with blank eyes and a bloody face. His head is…cracked, and when I look down and investigate the sticky, greyish substance on the concrete floor, I see that it is brains.

The bile rises, and my body rocks from side to side. I close my eyes, take a breath, and tell myself I can do this. I can handle this. I can find him…

But fuck. What if I can’t? What if he escaped? What if he’s dead? What if I just signed my death certificate?

A voice shatters the silence in between songs.

“Well fuck you, whore, I don’t want you back, either! Fuck you!”

A pause follows. It sounds like someone is pleading with him over the phone.

“I ain’t give a fuck what SWAT says, I’ve got them in bomb vests, and they can fuck themselves with a wrench.” He shoots into the ceiling again. Someone gasps in the darkness to my left – there are people in here who are alive. “Did you hear that? Bomb vests. Make one move and this place is dust. I don’t care if I die.”

I pause, then look around. All of the…the bodies, or whatever you want to call the dead people, are wearing the same clothes they died in. Vests? I never saw any vests. I never heard anything about vests.

An idea comes to me. Sliding down the hallway to hide myself, I take the number I got from Alonso before I left the bathroom, and text the police:

I’m August Brees, I’m a victim inside Liberty. There are no vests I can see. I am inside the club with a full view. He’s just making threats to buy time. Please just storm the club now. NOW, while these people can still be saved. Many will die soon.

I stand up, the first time I’ve stood since it all started. I slide forward, up the hallway, careful not to step in any blood or trip on any spilled glasses. I press myself against a wall, where I have a pretty good view of the club. There are many bodies out on the dance floor, their pockets glowing with phones that keep ringing. I shake my head and look away. I know Corey wouldn’t be there, because we escaped deeper into the club together. He has to be close to me.

I creep along the other edge of the wall, getting closer, closer, closer…fuck.

I step on a pile of broken glass, sending out a loud crunching sound. I freeze, my body going numb.

“Who the fuck’s over there?”

I freeze as his form appears out of the entrance area. He walks forward, gun out, toward my end of the club. I have seconds to hide, and he’s almost here…

Behind the stage is the hallway leading back to the

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