Uncivil War: Takeover by B.T. Wright & Jonathan Dudycha

Author:B.T. Wright & Jonathan Dudycha [Wright, B.T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-25T16:00:00+00:00

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The golf clubhouse was steps away. Dylan stood close on the vice president’s back as they waited for Bald to enter the building and give the all clear. Bald insisted he enter the clubhouse first. With so little ammo between them, it was necessary. He was well-versed in killing people with his bare hands or a knife in close-quarter combat.

Dylan strained to see through the soft tint of the windows. He swore he witnessed Bald walking inside, but he couldn’t be certain. But then, as he looked through the shadowing tint, his heart fell. There was more than one body inside.

“Inside.” Dylan pointed. “Look! There’s another person.”

“I saw that as well.”

Dylan moved away from the vice president and toward the building. “We need to tell him someone’s there.”

The vice president held up his hand. “Trust me, he knows what he’s got himself into, kid. Just have faith. He’ll come out okay.”

“You’re certain? Maybe we should’ve all gone inside. To help each other out.”

“No. He was adamant. And I trust his professional opinion. This is what he’s trained for. You know our military is quite capable of these kinds of things.”

“I know, my Uncle Jake is a Delta. A real badass.”

“That’s right, your father’s brother, correct?”

“Yeah.” Dylan nodded.

“Then you know exactly what I mean. Stand down. Our boys are the best of the best. No way some . . . thing is going to get the best of him.”

Dylan still wasn’t certain. He fell away from the vice president and looked back to the golf course. The clubhouse was out in the open. Multiple holes led away and finished near their position. As Dylan continued his search, he found the driving range. A wide-open area at least 350 yards long and maybe 120 yards wide. Dylan looked down the driving range where a grouping of three greens came together just beyond the ranges end.

Something was there. Like a dark cloud. Or a mass moving fast. A low rumble of sound began to grow louder as the shape rushed closer.

“Uh, Mr. Vice President, sir!” Dylan’s voice went higher, then pulled on his arm to get his attention. “Are you seeing, what I’m seeing?” Dylan needed to make sure.

The vice president turned and witnessed the horde. There were over fifty, easily. This was a group assembled for one purpose: takeover.

“Go!” The vice president grabbed Dylan by the shirt and pulled him in front of himself.

Dylan didn’t even bother to raise his Glock. He followed the guidance of the vice president and sprinted toward the clubhouse.

The vice president was by his side, and when Dylan reached the double glass doors, he threw them open and yelled, “Bald!”

Dylan didn’t care who heard. There was a bigger threat approaching. He knew he could handle coming across one or two infected with the Glock. The approaching storm was what needed Bald’s attention.

Dylan’s eyes danced around the interior in search of Bald, but he wasn’t there. He yelled again, “Bald! Where are you? Come out, now! We’ve got company!”

Bald came running from around the corner with an infected on his tail.

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