Zombie Killers- Ambush by J F Holmes

Author:J F Holmes [Holmes, J F]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-11-01T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 223

About an hour later, I could see false dawn starting to appear in the sky. Balls was quiet next to me, but every few minutes I talked to him, just to make sure he wasn’t going into shock. There is very rarely any kind of “easy” gunshot wound. A .38 is a pretty big slug with a lot of punch behind it, and it can cause serious tissue damage even if it doesn’t hit an artery or a bone. Once the numbing sensation from a round like that stops, it hurts like a mother fucker, with torn flesh and a giant bruise forming from the hydrostatic shock. Billy was in a tough way, and he needed more medical attention than a makeshift bandage.

I sat up when I heard a quiet whisper from just behind me. “Don’t move, just keep acting the same way. They have some night vision, at least one set.”

“Got it. Who is it?” I was wondering if it was one of the team guys, but I didn’t recognize the low, hesitant voice coming from the brush behind me.

“A friend. Colonel William Jackson, United States Air Force, Retired. I’m one of them slaves Burns is so proud of.”

I thought about that for a minute, listening to see if Billy was awake. He was, and I could tell he was listening too. “But,” I whispered back, “how are you free?”

The man chuckled softly. “Burns and Martin ain’t that smart. I broke my chains a few months ago, but I stay around for my people. Believe it or not, this used to be my home, till those bastards showed up. I welcomed them in, too.”

“Well, cut us loose then, and we can help your people.”

“No way,” answered the voice. “What happens to your redheaded girlfriend when Martin comes out here to torture you first thing in the morning? Burns will have her tortured in your place. Trust me, I’ve seen enough.”

“Then what,” I said, getting angry, “good are you to us?”

“Hey, Sergeant Major, I can’t do shit for you right now. I just wanted you to know that you ain’t alone, and even most of the white folks here only go along with Burns for safety’s sake. He only has about a dozen gunmen, but they have all the firepower. If you have a way out of this, we can back your play, but …”

“… but not if everyone is going to get slaughtered,” finished SFC Ball for him. “Cut him some slack, Nick. He has his own people to think of.”

“That’s right,” he answered. I was angry, but I also felt like shit. I was shivering, even though the summer night air was still warm. I felt flushed, and knew that I had a fever, maybe a serious one. Another spasm of coughing racked my body, kicking my ribs. I barely bit back a scream of pain.

At that moment, I felt something hard and rectangular being slipped into the pocket of my ragged jacket. Using my hands, I felt the shape of a small semi-automatic pistol, probably a Glock.

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