Revelation [Book 2]_A Post-Apocalyptic Zombie Thriller by Scott Nicholson

Author:Scott Nicholson [Nicholson, Scott]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Haunted Computer Books
Published: 2018-12-26T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Nicholas was bouncing his foam-rubber ball against the wall of his room.

Thump thump thump thump.

Rocky stirred in the bed, not wanting to rise. He was so warm and comfortable, and he could feel his wife’s curves pressed against his back. He could lie here for a million years.

Then Nicholas knocked over something big—a piece of furniture or a lamp.

His wife moaned and muttered, “Your turn.”

“He’s all right,” Rocky whispered, his throat dry as he rolled over to embrace her. “I think it’s our turn.”

But his arm went around a sandbag, and he was back in his Afghanistan outpost, stiff from sleeping sitting up against the rocky hillside. He scolded himself.

You can’t sleep. You’re on watch.

His eyes snapped open to darkness. “I’m on watch.”

And the noise wasn’t Nicholas.

The furniture blockading the broken door shifted, a couch scooting across the tiles with a soft squeak. Rocky switched on his flashlight. A table flipped over with a crash, and Rocky was horrified to see a gap of several inches around the doorframe.

He was reluctant to call out a warning to the others, since the deaders might become agitated and swarm the building. He eased the M16’s safety into firing position and backed his way down the hall. When he reached the locked office where the others were sleeping, he knocked quietly but steadily. Within moments, Hannah answered, her young face pinched with drowsiness.

“Got company,” Rocky said. “Wake them all up.”

Not waiting for a response, Rocky conducted a quick recon from any windows he could access. He could see the electric light pouring from the group’s room, powered by the photovoltaic system. At the murky edge of its reach, silhouettes shuffled across the neatly landscaped lawn.

Lots of silhouettes.

“Shit.” Rocky jogged back to the group and told them to kill the light and then stood guard in the hallway.

According to Rocky’s watch, it was ten minutes after five. Dawn was still a couple of hours away. Whatever strategy they employed, they’d have to undertake it in the dark.

“What’s the situation?” Sonia asked, pulling on her rumpled jacket as the others gathered around in the lobby. Rocky hooded his flashlight with one hand so zombies wouldn’t see it through the glass.

“I think they got through the fence somehow,” Rocky said. “Or maybe they broke out of the lab. I’m guessing maybe twenty, maybe a couple of dozen. But who knows what’s lurking out there beyond the light?”

“They must’ve smelled us,” Meg said.

“Because we’re the only thing left to eat,” Arjun said.

“What about those dead bodies upstairs?” Meg asked Jiang. “You said it created a barrier, probably by masking the smell.”

Rocky realized he’d grown accustomed to the stench and had forgotten it until Meg mentioned it. Now it repulsed him all over again and brought back the ghoulish memory of the corpse pile.

“It’s too late.” Jiang appeared to have aged a decade overnight. Watery pouches of bruised purple filled the flesh under his eyes. “Even if we could move the bodies in time, they’ve already sensed us.

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