Road to Babylon (Book 8): Daybreak by Sisavath Sam

Author:Sisavath, Sam [Sisavath, Sam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Post-Apocalyptic | Infected
Publisher: Road To Babylon Media LLC
Published: 2019-10-22T16:00:00+00:00

Fifteen

“No meandering. Get there, get what you need, and come home. Got it? If I have to go after you, I’m going to be really angry.”

Only an idiot would want Lara to be angry with them. Keo had learned that lesson a long time ago. So had a lot of other people, in fact, and not all of them were still alive.

Keo was thinking about that as he came out of the Deuces and walked past the horses tied up outside to one of the street signs. For a second or two (okay, maybe five seconds; possibly ten or more) Keo considered taking one of them. It would make his trip back to the ranch so much faster, not to mention safer. There was no telling what was waiting for him out there on the road. A day ago he would have thought that was just paranoia, but after the night he’d been having…

Just one horse. They don’t need all of them.

Besides, what were the chances Martin’s entire gang would return from their basement adventures with Huston, or with the same number they’d gone down there with? The odds were against them. They were good at their jobs, no doubt, but were they that good? Against a blue-eyed devil?

Just one horse. That was all he needed.

Dammit, I’ve gone too soft, he thought as he kept walking past the animals and turned south, in the same direction he’d been headed before the ghouls ambushed him.

The ranch wasn’t very far now. Mirabelle would have gotten him home within half a day, and he could probably make the same distance in a day on foot. Okay, maybe a day and a half if he was feeling lazy, which he wasn’t.

But he would get home, that was the important part. Not just that, but he’d bring back what he needed to. What Lara needed. This entire trip would have been for naught if Martin hadn’t found his pack.

Thanks, Martin. Sorry I couldn’t be more help, buddy.

The streets of Paxton were a lot safer now after the slayers had made mincemeat of the remaining ghouls. There were corpses on the streets and along the sidewalks, some of the bodies left where they had fallen while others were dragged over to put into piles. Unmoving forms of twisted limbs and shattered skulls and lifeless eyes greeted Keo. There was surprisingly little obvious blood on the ground, but maybe the darkness had something to do with that. The smell was bad enough that he took out the half-mask he carried in one of his cargo pants pockets and slipped it on.

Better. Not perfect by any means, but noticeably better.

The bodies would be there all night, but come morning they’d be gone. The sunlight’s purifying rays would take care of the tainted flesh. The blood that the slayers had spilled throughout town would also be gone, as if they were never here. All that would be left would be the deformed bones, but even those would be taken care of by the animals in the days, weeks, and months to come.

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