The Alpha Plague 4: A Post-Apocalyptic Action Thriller by Michael Robertson

Author:Michael Robertson [Robertson, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Phalanx Press
Published: 2016-03-04T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

A wet slap pulled Vicky’s attention away from the diseased for the briefest second. Flynn’s part-eaten bit of rabbit lay on the dusty floor next to the fire, and he stood, slack-jawed, as he stared at the monsters in the doorway.

A quick scan of the barn and Vicky spotted the mezzanine hayloft. Instead of a rickety old ladder, a set of stairs led up to the next level. The higher ground would give them some advantage. “Go up there,” Vicky said to Flynn. She then saw the skylight in the ceiling. “Get out on the roof.”

The boy didn’t need to be told twice. With his bag still on his back, he took off and sprinted toward the staircase that would take him away from the diseased, if only temporarily.

But Vicky didn’t follow him.

Although the smallest of the barns, it could still easily hold two football fields. In the centre of it with the stairs at her back, Vicky stood between the diseased and Flynn.

Flynn’s movement seemed to spark the three diseased to life, and they rushed forward as one.

The snap of Vicky’s baton called out in the barn, and she dropped into her usual defensive crouch as she waited for them. Not that she planned on dying that day, but if she could give Flynn the best chance, she would. Whatever happened, he would survive. She owed that to his parents.

Vicky glanced behind and saw Flynn had reached the stairs. His footsteps echoed a rapid beat in the cavernous space as he made his way up. When Vicky spun back toward the door, she did it just in time to bring her baton around on the diseased at the front of the three. It sent the creature sprawling, and she jumped aside to avoid the other two.

The one she’d knocked down twisted and writhed as it dealt with the heavy blow to its head as Vicky readied herself for its mates.

Clumsy in their movement, they both pulled up and turned around to face her. They screamed louder than they had before. Their rage echoed through the barn, and they sprinted back toward Vicky.

Although she had her baton raised ready to fight, Vicky caught sight of the others at the barn’s door. More than three this time, they’d obviously heard the call. With a dry throat and sweating palms, Vicky waited until the last moment before she darted out of the way of the two diseased for a second time.

Although Vicky moved like a matador, her luck wouldn’t last. When a stream of diseased funnelled into the warehouse, she left the other two behind, jumped over the one that remained on the floor, and made a bee-line for the stairs Flynn had run up.

As she fought for breath, she looked up to see Flynn at the top. Clearly concerned for her wellbeing, he’d stopped and looked down at her.

“Run,” Vicky cried. “Get that window smashed.”

With the onset of evening, the window glowed a deep red from the low sun. Much later in the day, and they wouldn’t have been able to see anything in the barn.

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