Evolved by Shupert Derek

Author:Shupert, Derek [Shupert, Derek]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Post-Apocalyptic | Zombies
Amazon: B085RBK7MR
Goodreads: 52389711
Published: 2020-03-10T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The mere mention of my little sister as a means to an end boils my blood. The only saving grace is they won’t kill her, seeing as they need her, for now.

Shane slaps my leg, then stands back up. “You should be relieved, James. She has a purpose to serve, and won’t die, just as long as we get what we want. The military refuses, and well, she loses her value.”

The noise from the other room grows louder. Voices become angered and shouting ensues. Shane stares at the door. I jerk my hands in opposite directions behind my back, and get them free of the rope.

“Hey! What the hell is going on in there?” Shane barks. “Can you two idiots not handle a busted up has been? Christ, it’s not that hard.” Shane reaches behind his back and retrieves a large pistol from his waistband. He cycles a round, then rubs his hand over his face.

Multiple gunshots pop off, one right after the other. Two dense thuds hit the floor. Shane’s amiable demeanor evaporates in a blink as confusion fills his face. He turns on his heels and stares at the door. He’s no longer concerned with me.

Shane heads for the other room. He walks with a cautious step as he trains the pistol at the door. “Fellas. Everything all right in there?”

Here’s my chance to make my move. It’s now or never.

I sit up from the floor. My eyes stay glued to Shane and every subtle twitch he makes. This needs to happen fast. Once I commit, there is no going back.

I grab the flimsy chair, and charge Shane. It isn’t heavy, but weighs enough to at least disorient him. The floor gives me away as the rapping of my boots over the planks makes Shane look over his shoulder. It’s too late, though. He’s already in my crosshairs.

A look of utter shock floods Shane’s face. His eyes go wide and he mouths some unsavory words. He pivots on his heels to try and defend himself. I swing the chair with all of my might as he takes a step back. The legs smash his shoulder, and catch the side of his face. Wood splinters and a squelch of pain, that quickly turns to a hoarse growl, escapes his lips.

The pistol in his hand pops off a round, and strikes the floor by my feet. He stumbles about with unsure footing and reels from the blow. I keep attacking with the chair. More wood snaps and breaks. Shane reaches for the chair, trying to fend me off as best he can. He loses his grip on the pistol. It bounces off the floor away from him.

Blood races down from his blond hair. I keep pounding away with what remains of the chair until he throws his hands up and submits.

Duke barks and growls. The chain scrapes along the floor as it’s forced to follow his every move.

The chair is all but worthless now. Nothing more than a few pieces of busted wood in my hands.

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