The Infected Dead (Book 1): Alive for Now by Howard Bob

Author:Howard, Bob [Howard, Bob]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Published: 2016-01-03T05:00:00+00:00

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We followed the Wando River until it became too narrow to land further ahead, and we were all surprised when the Chief gradually turned and brought the plane lower, then lined up for a landing.

The map showed that we were about a half mile up river from the Paradise Island public boat landing, but the Chief was taking us toward a private dock.

Kathy traced her finger along the path that matched ours and said, “You’re trying to get us close to Wando Farms Road. Why, Chief?”

“Because someone must’ve gotten off a lucky shot. We’ve been losing power since we passed over the Weapons Station. It looks like we’re walking from here,” said the Chief.

Jean said, “Did anybody else see what I saw in the bunker area of the Naval Weapons Station?”

Kathy turned toward the back seats and said, “Yeah, I saw it, too. There were a lot of infected strolling around by the bunkers. Some of them were in uniform.”

The bunkers were lined up in six rows with eight bunkers per row. Forty-eight bunkers originally intended for storage of the ballistic missiles that were shot out of submarines, were perfect to convert to be fallout shelters. The Navy probably evacuated the families who lived on base and stashed them in the bunkers.

It must’ve looked like a good idea at the time, but they undoubtedly suffered the same fate as all other bases. No one wanted to leave a bitten family member behind.

“I saw women and children wandering around between the bunkers,” said Jean. “I also saw military snipers tracking us from the top of that big berm that surrounds the bunkers.”

“In that case, I guess it wasn’t just a lucky shot,” said Chief Barnes.

“You said we have to walk from here, Chief. Any chance of fixing it?” I asked.

“Not much chance at all, Ed. There are a lot of things you can fix with string, but the problems that are related to engine pressure are usually major. If it’s just an oil line, we can probably come back and repair it, but we won’t know until I get a look at the damage.”

I aimed my binoculars toward the tree line beyond the dock. I didn’t see anything moving. The good news was that we were not in a populated area. The bad news was that people headed for the rural areas when the shit hit the fan on the first day. I guess I was living proof of the thinking that it was safer out in the sticks if they didn’t go to the same rural areas. We had heard on a news broadcast that most people tried to reach the mountains.

The dock was a long one that ran from the water right to the trees. It reminded me of my own dock because it seemed to just disappear once it reached the trees.

“Ok, folks. We’re going to be pretty exposed as soon as we get out onto the dock. I need a few minutes to see if I can find a bullet hole.

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