The Dark Times: A Zombie Novel by Hatchell Dane & Douglas P.A

Author:Hatchell, Dane & Douglas, P.A. [Hatchell, Dane]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2014-12-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

A faded green Dodge Caravan sputtered to a stop in the middle of the highway. Gus put the transmission in ‘Park’ and tried to start the engine without any luck.

“I think we’re out of,” he coughed, holding his blood soaked side, “gas, Boss.”

Gus’ skin was as pale as his knuckles on the other hand that gripped the steering wheel. He coughed again. This time, the taste of blood filled his mouth as crimson colored spittle ran down the corner of his lips.

It took a great bit of effort to acquire the minivan; too bad that it was low on fuel. The back of the trailer was free of the undead, but leaving in the El Camino was no longer an option. The two managed to huff it through the woods to a trailer park despite their injuries. Once there, picking a vehicle to escape was a no brainer. The owner of the van was one of the zombies taken down by Gus’s shotgun. Marcus pilfered the keys to the minivan from the corpse before moving out. Once they had the van and were on the street, it was time to find that bitch and the cop.

Not long after the chase began, they reached a fork in the road where Gus needed Marcus to give him directions. Marcus had passed out and was snoring. So Gus just played a quick game of eeny meeny miney mo and drove. He hoped Marcus wouldn’t be mad at him if he took the wrong direction. Hell, he could always lie and say Marcus told him where to go before he passed out. Whatever, he just couldn’t idle in one place unto his boss woke, so he kept the pedal to the metal.

Marcus opened his eyes a time or two and looked around as if he had no idea where he was. When Gus spoke to him, he was mostly unresponsive. Marcus just groaned and held his bleeding shoulder.

The farther they drove, the worse Gus began to feel. His bullet wound needed medical attention. That was when he got the idea of going to a hospital—if he could find one. He had no idea where he was, or where he was headed. Everything all looked the same: a narrow winding highway and an expanse of trees on either side for miles.

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