Snareville by David Youngquist

Author:David Youngquist [Youngquist, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Horror
ISBN: 9780983624592
Google: 0oqfZwEACAAJ
Amazon: 0983624593
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Goodreads: 12336567
Publisher: Dark Continents
Published: 2011-04-28T04:00:00+00:00

A week later, we put Ella to bed in the downstairs bedroom where Pepper used to sleep. She was only twelve. She hadn’t seen her folks since June. None of Ed's girls were older than eighteen. Two went to live with Boss Connie and the Mennonites. The other girl, Charlie, stayed with Tony and Cat. Four more additions to the family.

Chapter Seven

Rain dripped on the roof of the little porch outside our window. I snuggled into Pepper’s pillow as I drank in the scent of her hair. My right hand cupped her breast. Jenny’s arm encircled us both at the waist. The babies were asleep—a luxury we didn’t get too often these days.

I smiled as I listened to the rainfall. It was good for the garden.

Then the sound changed. The pitter-patter intensified, like someone had turned up the spigot. Weird rhythm. Choppy, like—

“Guns,” Jenny whispered.

I woke up a little more. Then I heard the dogs barking. Rifle fire punctuated the morning. Someone cut loose on the M-60. It has a slower cyclic rate. I could hear each of its shots: da, da, da. It shredded the morning air. Someone opened up with a Squad Automatic Weapon. Smaller bullet, but man, it’s a faster gun. They call it a SAW for more than one reason.

From there, more guns joined in. Sounded like they were west of us.

“Am I hearin’ a firefight?” Pepper mumbled into her pillow.

“Sounds like it,” I said.

Outside, our dogs added their voices to the racket. Jenny rolled out of bed on her side.

“Those idiots are gonna wake the babies.”

She pulled on some pajamas and headed into the hall. I heard her say something to Heather as they met on the way to the nursery.

The radio crackled to life beside the bed as Pepper swung her legs over the side. “Cap’n Death? You there?”

I picked up the mike. “I’m here.”

Heavy gunfire rattled in the background. “We got Zeds everywhere, Sir.”

More shots.

“We got ‘em inside the fence. I don’t know how many. Still comin', sir.”

“Where you reporting from?” From the sounds of the fight, I already had a pretty good idea.

“Private Wilson on the southwest gate, sir. I think Peoria found us.”

More gunfire.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

It wouldn’t be long before we had people rolling toward the fight. The noise had to be waking everybody else up, too. Pepper started to pull on her fighting gear.

“Sir?” Wilson called again.

“Yeah, Private?”

“We got Savages here too, Cap’n Death. They came in with the Zeds. Hit us first, then rolled out of the way as the swarm boiled in. I don’t know where they went.”

Fuck again. “Okay, Private. Shoot 'em on sight, too.”

“Yessir.”

Not ten seconds later, the fire siren went off in the center of town. Kenny was monitoring the broadcast. He'd turned on the generator and hit the whistle. I flipped the radio to link with the command net. Over the winter, my brother Tom brought a lot of presents to us down in Snareville from the Rock Island Arsenal. Along with gear and supplies, we now had about a hundred troops stationed in town.

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