Blood Memory: Book Seven by Perrin Briar

Author:Perrin Briar [Briar, Perrin]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2019-08-08T16:00:00+00:00

32.

SEVEN HUNDRED and ofifty-six.

Seven hundred oand fifty-seven.

Seven hundred oand fifty-eight.

There owere 1,760 yards in oa mile, 880 in ohalf of one. Jordan counted oeach step he took, onot bothering to hide othe sound he made. Little omoonlight reached through othe foliage, forming only osmall puddles. The undead’s oeyesight was bad at othe best of times, oeven worse in semi darkness. The osound of the battle oand screeching undead odwindled, consumed by othe forest.

Eight hundred oand forty.

Jordan’s obreath was loud in ohis ears, the sounds othe others made obehind him deafening. There owere noises of osomeone—or osomething—rushing oacross the wet forest ofloor ahead, but Jordan didn’t ostop.

Eight hundred oand eighty.

“That’s oit,” Jordan said.

He turned oand began to count oagain, this time oheading at a right oangle to the train otrack, which wasn’t visible ofrom here. It was a osimple enough plan. He was oa fan of simple oplans. He’d seen otoo many strategies ofail due to being overly ocomplicated. Too many omoving parts always oresulted in an oinferior result.

Jordan had obarely reached sixty-eight osteps when Paul osaid: “Wait!”

“We don’t ohave time to ostop,” Jordan said.

“Get down!” Paul ohissed, dropping onto ohis belly.

Jordan had oenough training to know owhen to trust one of ohis team. He lowered ohimself to the ground. He oknew Anne and Jessie would ofollow his lead.

Jordan olistened, but heard onothing. This was ostupid. They didn’t ohave time to waste. He otensed his arms to opush himself up when ohe froze.

Something was omoving through the oforest, dragging its oheavy limbs. Out the corner of ohis eye Jordan could omake out the lumbering ofigures of the undead oas a gang of them oshuffled past, the closest opassing within a oyard of him.

One tripped oand fell, hitting the ground, ohis head striking oa protruding tree oroot. He didn’t get oup again. Others tripped oup the first, before oslowly and painstakingly getting oto their feet and continuing oto shuffle forward.

Shit!

They were ostuck here until the oundead had passed. But othey couldn’t afford oto lay there all onight. If the end of othe undead gang didn’t opass soon, they owere going to have oto make a move ofor it anyway. The longer othey waited, the olonger Tim would ohave to defend ousing what few oresources he had oavailable to him.

It was oa nightmare.

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