British Zombie Breakout (Book 3) by Salisbury Peter

Author:Salisbury, Peter [Salisbury, Peter]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: zombie, horror, adventure
Publisher: Peter Salisbury
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11: Village of Death

Ten members of a group calling themselves The New World Commandos gathered in a hut at the edge of a remote village. They'd changed out of their flight suits into khakis after parachuting into the village an hour before dawn. After daybreak, they crowded into what they called the radio room. The hut had a tin roof over walls of hollow concrete bricks. All the men were aged between twenty-five and thirty-nine, and they prided themselves on their fitness and training.

Dubois, the leader, put down his headset. 'The plane has been ditched.'

'I love your plans, man.' A rangy, ex-military figure said. He had a blond crew cut and a South African accent. 'No one will ever find us until it's too late.'

'But the villagers here don't like us, Sven.'

'Zac, is the second generator working yet?' Dubois said, turning to a stocky man with curly black hair. He was the only one to have remained behind while the others were away in England.

'It's doubled their water supply, already.'

'Yeah, what more do they want?' Sven said.

'Apart from to be rid of us, not much.'

'Most of them don't even notice, it's only that trouble-making chief.'

'He's a useful man to deal with,' Dubois said, holding up his hand and rubbing his thumb against his fingers in the universal gesture for ready money. 'And the rest of them do what he says.'

The men emptied out into the main living area, along the side of which was a row of camp beds, each with its own neat stash of clothing and equipment.

'Man, I hate these camp chairs,' Sven said, slapping the dust off one before sitting down.

'Tough,' Dubois said. 'Because you, George, Zac and Connor are waiting it out here.'

'Aw, man…'

Dubois gave Sven a dismissive look. 'Tank, you did a good job in London but I need you to take off now with the rest of the guys. Use the big truck and leave it at the usual place. Consider yourselves paid off, until you hear from me about Phase Two.'

'What's that boss?'

Dubois gave him a tight smile. 'I'll tell you when you need to know.'

Tank nodded, knowing nothing more would be forthcoming. He gathered his kit and made sure the men in his group had their papers ready, so they could quickly disperse once they'd got to the city. As he opened the heavy wooden door, Tank gave Dubois a snappy salute. 'See ya later, boss,' he said with a grin before shutting the door behind him.

Dubois turned to a tall, nervous-looking man in his early thirties. 'George, how long?'

Running a bony hand through his sandy hair, George nodded towards the sealed packing crates stacked neatly at the bottom end of the shed, an area they'd designated as 'the lab'.

'Bout a day to set up properly, prime the system, get it equilibrated, couple of days after that.'

'OK, let's get those cases cracked open. Dix is arriving in three days to check on progress.'

Sven laughed. 'Dix?'

'You think he's going to use his real name?' Dubois said.

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