The Last Town (Book 1): Rise of the Dead by Knight Stephen

Author:Knight, Stephen [Knight, Stephen]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: zombies
Published: 2014-05-30T04:00:00+00:00

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Forty minutes later, Norton stood in his backyard with two L.L. Bean rolling duffel bags beside him. One was crammed full of clothes, toiletries, and various personal items. The other was stuffed with three pistols, two rifles, and one shotgun, plus copious amounts of ammunition, cash and other valuables, and survival supplies. The second bag was three times as heavy as the first. He wore a comfortable pair of jeans, hiking boots, and a long-sleeved dip-dyed denim shirt over a T-shirt. Hidden beneath his shirt tails was a Smith & Wesson Shield, a nine-millimeter subcompact weapon that was safely tucked away inside the Kydex shell of a StealthGear Onyx inner waistband holster. Norton was leaving nothing to chance. Behind him, the big glass and stone house was locked up. He wondered if he’d ever have a chance to return to the Doug Burdge-designed home, but he found under the current circumstances, it was pretty easy to give it up.

Rotor beats slapped in the air, and a moment later, a Bell JetRanger helicopter lumbered past, flying along the coastline. Norton waved at it frantically, and the helicopter turned out toward the sea as it circled back. As it dropped toward the back of the property, it slowed until it was almost hovering, crabbing sideways against the offshore breeze. Norton realized then that the pilot was going to have to make an upwind landing, which was a risky proposition at best, and one that might leave Norton a couple of feet shorter at worst.

The JetRanger came in and gently alighted on the back lawn. The rotorwash kicked up water from the swimming pool, but Norton was far enough away that he didn’t get wet. Once the helicopter was down, he bent over, scooped up his bags, and ran toward it. He tossed them into the back, slammed the door shut, then pulled open the left front door and eased himself in behind the cyclic control stick. There was a Bose aviation headset hanging from the overhead by the seat’s headrest, and Norton grabbed it and slipped it on. He closed the door behind him and fastened the safety harness around him.

The older man in the right-hand pilot’s seat looked at him, his sunglasses obscuring his eyes. He held onto the cyclic pitch stick before him with his right hand, while the fingers of his left stayed wrapped around the throttle input on the collective pitch stick between the two front seats. Jed Simpkiss was a veteran of the Vietnam War and had to be at least seventy years old, but he still had a surprisingly youthful look about him. Norton wouldn’t have been surprised to discover the pilot had regular Botox treatments, nor could he blame him. Other than being one of the very best helicopter stunt pilots out there, Simpkiss also had his own reality TV show on A&E, and everyone wanted their leads to look good.

“Sorry I missed your house, man. But you’re one lucky bastard, Gary—right after you called me, the phone started going crazy,” Simpkiss said over the intercom.

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