The Last Soldier by Hawkins Rich

Author:Hawkins, Rich [Hawkins, Rich]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Post-Apocalyptic, Zombies, Zombie-like
Publisher: Crowded Quarantine Publications
Published: 2016-03-19T04:00:00+00:00

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He trained the rifle upon the foot of the stairway, and when a man in boxer shorts, bare feet, and fresh blood down his front emerged, he put him down with a three-round burst. The man was lying across the first few steps when Morse limped over to him, and he tried to raise the pistol in useless fingers, but Morse snatched it from his hand and then stamped on his face until his skull caved-in. When Morse withdrew his foot there was red pulp on the sole of his boot.

Switching on the MP5’s torchlight, he climbed the stairs to the landing. The dust in the air scratched the lining of his throat. The thick walls muffled the sobbing from one of the rooms. He stepped slowly, sweeping the corridor up and down, checking the corners and recesses where someone could be hiding with a blade.

There were three doors.

He opened the first one and entered a bathroom. Nobody inside. Flaking walls and the cloying smell of damp within wooden panels. The enamel on the bathtub was tinged red in patches. Spots of speckled brown on the shower curtain. The toilet was full of scrunched up bits of tissue. Old stains on the floor.

In the next room he found a disembowelled woman on the bed in the corner. A candle threw Morse’s shadow upon the wall so that it loomed over the naked woman like some demon-spirit. He stood by the bed and looked down at her. She had been strangled, judging by the bruises on her throat. Thankfully her eyes were closed. Her face was swollen and sore from the attentions of the men, and her breasts were marked with shallow cuts.

Blood soaked the bedsheets. Her intestines frothed from her opened stomach. The smell was horrific, ripe with offal and wet muscle. The knife, which Morse noticed on the floor, had been busy between her legs too.

Morse turned away and covered his face with his hands. A hollowing sadness ached in his chest. The back of his mouth watered with bile.

He covered the woman with a cotton sheet from the airing cupboard and left the room before the blood soaked through the fabric.

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