Dead America - New Mexico (Dead America - The Second Week Book 9) by Derek Slaton

Author:Derek Slaton [Slaton, Derek]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-15T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

“Shit,” Whitaker muttered under her breath as two SWAT members made a direct line for the church. She’d been watching from a small window next to the large front doors, fighting her trigger finger to jump out and join the fray.

She studied their gear, protected head to toe in kevlar. She slung her assault rifle over her shoulder and drew her handgun and knife, one in each hand.

“What are you doing?” Simon hissed from beside her.

Whitaker grinned. “They’re wearing bulletproof stuff, but a lot of that stuff isn’t stab proof.” She held up the knife, and then peered out the window again. “Keep everyone down and out of sight, no matter what happens.”

Simon nodded stiffly and rushed to the main area, motioning to the scared civilians laying between the pews like sardines. He crouched out of sight, and Whitaker inched towards the door as the handle began to turn.

The lead SWAT guy burst inside, leaping to the left side of the room away from her, his back turned to her location. The second one rushed in, swinging to the right, immediately getting an eyeful of the tightly-wound Private.

She slammed her left arm into the side of his rifle, using the butt of her gun to keep the barrel pointed away from her. She jabbed the knife in between the bottom of his helmet and the top of his vest, landing the blade just above his collarbone.

His body seized, squeezing the trigger and firing off a three-burst blast from the rifle, immediately alerting his partner who whipped around to face her. He immediately fired on her, but she held up the dying man as a human kevlar shield, soaking up all the rounds with him. She held on tightly and braced herself, able to hold him up despite the force of the attack pushing him against her.

After a few more triple-round bursts, Whitaker stuck her handgun under her shield’s armpit and fired a few times, striking her attacker in the chest a few times. It wouldn’t kill, but it at least winded him, sending him staggering back a few steps. She took the opportunity to rush forward, throwing the now-dead body at its companion.

He tried to flail recover and fire at her, but the gun clattered to the floor as his buddy hit him hard. He toppled over and used the momentum to shove the body off of his chest, but Whitaker was waiting, and stabbed down into his wrist. He screamed in agony, rolling to grab at the knife with his uninjured hand.

She flung herself behind his head, snaking an arm around his throat and the other behind his neck, putting him in a tight choke hold.

He thrashed, legs flopping around like a fish out of water, but she grabbed one with her calves and began to fold him in half, his stomach straining.

“Shhh, it’ll all be over soon,” she cooed. “Just let the darkness wash over you.” She held on for a few moments after her went limp, to make sure that he wasn’t playing possum.

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