Run 3_Long Road Home by Rich Restucci

Author:Rich Restucci [Restucci, Rich]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2018-03-24T22:00:00+00:00

Abandoned Fair Grounds, Marshfield Massachusetts

Only one other infected had entered the building the survivors were in. It had been a dead one and the team had coerced it upstairs by making some noise and dispatched it when it arrived.

“Ugh,” Anna grunted and held the back of her wrist to her nose. “This one is ripe.”

The four of them glanced at the mottled, shiny black and gray skin of the thing splayed out on the dark wooden floorboards. It was truly disgusting, with maggots wriggling in a wide wound in its back. Dallas covered it with a framed diagram of a Ferris wheel. Rick and Seyfert studied another framed image. An old yellowed map of the fairgrounds sat between the doors to two offices, and Seyfert was pointing at the building they were in.

“It’s at least three hundred yards to the road and there’s got to be a fence over here someplace.” He made to point to a spot on the map, but hissed an intake of breath and used the inside of his elbow to gingerly touch his wrapped ribs. He was careful not to touch the needle Anna had installed in his chest cavity. “Shit hurts.”

“They’re still out in force,” Anna told them as she slowly closed the parted drapes in one of the offices.

The SEAL glanced at her as he sat in a rickety wooden chair. “How many?”

“At least a hundred. Probably more like two, but they keep moving so it’s difficult to get a proper tally. There’s at least one fast one, but I know I heard three of them scream before.”

“Alright, the sun is almost down and when it’s gone, we make a break for it and head for the eastern end of this place. We might have to cut through the fence, but if they’re hot on our heels, we’ll have to climb over again.”

The Texan sighed. “Don’t much wanna do that.”

Seyfert took another labored breath. “Right there with you, Dallas.”

“Seyfert.”

The SEAL shifted his gaze to Anna. “You can’t run,” she told him. “Dallas is slow too with his leg, but you won’t make fifty steps before you collapse. The pneumothorax alone could kill you and the broken ribs will stop you in your tracks.”

He squinted in pain. “I’ll be fine.”

“I get it, you’re tough, but you’re not thinking it through. At best, you’ll slow us down, at worst, you’re dead before we make the fence. What’s worse is that we’ll stop to try to help you and then we’re dead too.”

“What are you suggesting?” Rick asked in an incredulous voice. “That we leave him?”

She nodded. “Yes.” She looked at Dallas. “And not just the jarhead.”

“I was in the damn Navy!” blurted the SEAL.

“Whatever. Rick, you and I will have to get a vehicle and come back for them. We can use some kind of sound diversion to draw the dead away and we’ll pick them up and drive to the boat.”

Dallas rubbed his leg. “We don’t even know if there is a boat.”

“There has to be,” she said.

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