Bones: The Apocalypse Saga by Mark Wheaton

Author:Mark Wheaton [Wheaton, Mark]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, Horror, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction, Adventure
Amazon: B005HRSUS0
Publisher: Southbound Films
Published: 2013-12-29T05:00:00+00:00

VI

With the birds momentarily preoccupied with tearing each other apart, the survivors of their initial assault helped each other to the stairwell and shut the door. Once there and safe, Sharon pulled bandages from Paul’s woefully under-stocked first aid kit and wrapped them around his head, covering his empty, bleeding eye sockets as well as the numerous cuts on his face and scalp. Nashon started to do the same for Sergeant Zamarin, but there was a question as to what could be done with the still attached eyeball hanging from the end of the optic nerve.

“You can have that reattached,” Sharon said, though she was loath to actually look at it. “It’s not that uncommon a procedure. Just try and pack it back into the socket in some way. Then we’ll pad it with bandages.”

“You have any idea how quickly it’ll get infected?” the sergeant asked. “Minutes, not hours. And that close to my brain? Thank you, no.”

Zamarin pulled a knife out of his belt, snipped through the optic nerve and caught his severed eyeball in his hand.

“Oh, I can’t believe you just did that,” Sharon said, turning her head. Nashon looked as if he might throw up.

A bit delirious himself from blood loss, Zamarin clearly enjoyed the attention.

“If this is to truly be one of my last days on earth, there’s something I’ve always been curious about,” Zamarin began, a whimsical tone in his voice as if reciting a children’s rhyme. “What does it look like, the inside of a dog?”

With that, the commando fed his severed eyeball to Bones who swallowed it in one gulp. “Oh, dear God,” Sharon said, her mouth agape.

“Did he just feed his eyeball to Bones?” Paul asked, surprisingly matter-of-fact.

“He did.”

“You are one sick bastard, sergeant,” Paul said, shaking his head. “You take the prize.”

Zamarin shrugged, but then looked down the dark stairwell. “Be that as it may, I’d imagine the plan couldn’t go much more topsy-turvy. We can’t stay here. God only knows what’s waiting for us below. And if we step back out onto one of these floors chances are the birds will come right back to play another Hitchcock number on us.”

“Well, it just doesn’t make sense,” Paul said. “We got intel as recently as yesterday that there were survivors in this building. There were heat scans, they were moving and alive. Where could they be?”

That’s when a thought occurred to Sharon and she looked down the stairs. “The conference was being held in the subbasement ballrooms, which are right off the kitchen. If they stayed intact, wouldn’t that be the place to go?”

Paul nodded. “Only one way to find out.”

• • •

With Zamarin taking point and Nashon leading Paul, the group slowly made their way down the stairwell back to the first floor. Bones took his lead from the surviving commandos, staying close and not straying ahead. This allowed Sharon to keep a hand on the shepherd as they walked, the darkness giving her a sort of vertigo on the way down she hadn’t experienced on the way up.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.