Dead Moon: Nightmares are Born (Dead Moon Post-Apocalyptic Survival Thrillers Book 1) by Matt James

Author:Matt James [James, Matt]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-04-03T23:00:00+00:00

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The drive is blissfully quiet which actually scares me even worse than an all-out assault. I know they are out there somewhere. Why they aren’t attacking us yet is a really bothersome question. I’d much rather have my enemy right in front of me where my shotgun can see them than getting jumped from behind.

Especially when the bad guys aren’t some punks trying to snag my wallet.

“Could they be waiting for us somewhere else?” I ask aloud. The inquiry was rhetorical and really only meant for my own ears, but Vinny, seated next to me, replies.

“From what you told me before—about the Siren leading a pack of the men… It could be that they are regrouping and sitting tight until another opportunity arises.”

I nod slightly, looking out my window. It’s exactly what I was thinking too. We haven’t seen that type of behavior since my run in with them the first time I visited Harvey’s. I shot that particular Siren, but I have no doubt that she’s still out there causing all kinds of havoc. Could there be more like her? Sure. Why wouldn’t there be? Or was she a special case? Was she the alpha of the alpha?

I try to ignore the questions and take in the scenery. Central Park is normally a fantastic place to lose your thoughts and drift, but now from what I can see… It was also a place to lose your life. Bodies lay everywhere. Men, women, children—all ages. It was a slaughter of epic proportions. Cold, but clear weather, drew out everyone. There are activities to do throughout the park if Mother Nature permits and this weekend was no different.

She did, I think, shaking my head at the sight. It takes a lot to discourage New Yorkers from their daily activities. Cold and no snow is a cake walk for most here.

Vinny slows, bringing me back to the now, and stops as we near the halfway point of our scenic route through the park. The overpass at the crossing of Central Drive—of which we need to go under—is impassable, blocked by a large pileup. Looking closer, it’s actually kind of pathetic really. The accident is mainly made up of a cluster of economy class hybrids.

Like a bunch of Hot Wheels piled up on some kid’s track.

“Um…” Vinny says, glancing over to me. “Suggestions?”

I lean forward and look back-and-forth, left and right, seeing if there’s a way around. I do recall a path through the Heckscher Ballfields, but am unsure if it’s travelable. We played a department vs. department softball tournament there in the spring so I’m somewhat familiar with the grounds. There’s about half-a-dozen softball diamonds arranged around each other. Their outfields meet in the middle with no fencing to separate them, making for some pretty interesting moments if, and or when, someone gets a hold of one and sends a ball into another game.

“Turn off here and head down the footpaths,” I say, pointing left towards the wide pedestrian friendly sidewalk. “We should be able to cross through the softball fields and find another way back to the main road.

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