Dead America - Mississippi Caravan (Dead America - The Third Week Book 6) by Derek Slaton

Author:Derek Slaton [Slaton, Derek]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-06-20T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

Buddy knelt down by his lawnmower across from the hospital, the front edge of the parking lot just across the street, with another four hundred yards or so to the front entrance. He pulled out his hunting rifle and looked through the scope, surveying the front of the building. There was no movement, no signs of life, or undead.

Maybe that boy in the house was lying to me, he wondered. If he was, he certainly paid for it. He continued to scan the building, eventually honing in on the Emergency Room entrance, where he found his truck. Well, what do you know, he was telling the truth after all. Still, he shot at me and killed my friends, so fuck ‘em.

Buddy took out the tape and wrapped it several times around the self-propelled handlebar. He jiggled it several times to make sure it was secure. Then he sat back on his haunches for a moment, staring at it.

You might as well go ahead and hit start, he thought, sighing to himself. Staring at it ain’t gonna make it a better idea.

Buddy shook his head and hit the starter. The lawnmower roared to life and immediately tried to jerk out of his hand. He lifted it and aimed it at the front of the hospital, letting it go before running across the side street to get a better vantage point.

The little machine buzzed across the street, bouncing a bit when it hit the entrance to the parking lot. It took a solid minute for it to get close enough to draw some attention. Two men stepped outside as the lawnmower reached twenty yards from the front door.

Buddy watched through his scope, assuming they were arguing over who should go handle it. Eventually one of them gave in, and walked over while the other looked around to see if he could find out who sent it.

Buddy waited patiently for the guy to get away from the door before striking. As soon as the enemy flipped off the lawnmower, Buddy squeezed the trigger, the bullet hitting him dead in the chest and dropping him immediately. He quickly moved to aim at the guy at the door, who was frantically looking around.

After a moment he ran towards his fallen friend, and Buddy followed him with his scope. You pulled this shit on my friends, he thought bitterly. Time to return the favor.

He waited until the man stopped moving, and then fired. His aim was a little off, hitting him the shoulder, but sending him to the ground to join his friend. As he screamed in pain, six men poured out of the hospital to help. They all burst out through the door, one after the other.

Buddy took aim, just in time to see one of them pointing in his direction. Move, move, move! He didn’t fire, opting to immediately retreat. Just as he dove away from the side of the building, it exploded with gunfire.

Should have thought this through more, he chided himself. Where are you going, Buddy? He darted down the street, despite the people pursuing him.

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