The Liger Plague (Book 1) by Souza Joseph

Author:Souza, Joseph [Souza, Joseph]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Cactus Tree Publishers
Published: 2013-11-29T13:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

After searching through a dozen houses, they moved to the next one. The first thing he and Versa did upon entering was to open the curtains and remove every blanket draped over the windows. Sunlight poured in and brightened the room. The inhabitants had destroyed everything in it, upending furniture and tossing trash all over the floor in a violent rage. The walls had holes punched in them; the floors were scraped and dented. He ventured upstairs and found all the bedrooms empty. Then he went down to the basement and searched around. Everything in the unfinished basement appeared neat and orderly, defying expectations. He was about to head back upstairs when he heard a noise coming from one of the back rooms. It sounded like a tool or broom falling to the floor. He tiptoed over and discovered a door off in the corner. Putting his ear up against the wood, he thought he heard someone moving inside.

He banged on the door and heard a gasp. The person inside stumbled back and caused some items to crash to the floor.

“Who’s in there?”

“Go away!” a young boy’s voice cried out.

“You all right, son? I’m here to help.”

“Bull crap! Like those other guys who helped my parents? No thanks, mister, I got a gun to protect myself, and I’m not afraid to use it.”

“Don’t shoot. I’m only looking for my family,” Tag said. “What did these men do to your parents?”

“A bunch of them biker guys dragged them out of our house. I haven’t seen them since. Now go away and leave me alone before they find me too.”

“Are you sick? Is this your house?”

“Hell no, I’m not sick. And this isn’t my house. I live on the other side of the island. My dad’s a lobsterman, and my mom waits tables. I started looking for them but came in here to hide when everything started going crazy and them weirdoes started attacking people.” The kid opened the door and stepped out of the shadows.

“You look like you haven’t eaten in days.”

“I haven’t eaten nothing. I’m so hungry it hurts.”

Tag reached in his backpack and took out a protein bar and handed it to the boy. The scrawny kid ripped open the package and wolfed down the bar in no time. His greasy hair spiked up in every direction, and he looked filthy and smelled even worse. When he finished, he asked Tag if he could have another. Tag reached in his pack and pulled out a second bar and gave it to him, and he proceeded to devour that one as well.

“You’re a hungry little dude.”

“Who the crap are you?”

“Colonel Tag Winters, U.S. Army,” he said. “I own a summer house on the southern tip of the island.”

“Heck, that’s where all them rich folks live. My dad makes fun of all them summer people. Says Cooke’s Island used to be a good place once, with hardworking people. Only good thing about the rich, he says, is that they buy lots of his lobsters.

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