Silo by Jay J Falconer & M L Banner

Author:Jay J Falconer & M L Banner [Falconer, Jay J & Banner, M L]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mission Critical Publishing, LLC
Published: 2020-04-25T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 28

Zimmer snapped awake in his infirmary bed when he heard gunshots—dozens of them, reverberating down the hallway and into the room.

“What the hell?” he said, blinking rapidly, trying to focus through the fog controlling his brain. Images and memories kept flickering in and out, like a short-circuit, as he attempted to cut through the scatter of thoughts.

One idea kept popping up over and over, banging against the lid in his head—Nomad—he was back and shooting up the place.

Then Zimmer remembered the man carried swords—not guns—which everyone assumed were his preferred weapons. At close range anyway.

Zimmer shook his head and steeled his mind, managing to focus his thoughts long enough to look down and peel back the hospital sheet.

He took a visual survey of the tubes impaling his body. Two of them hung from his chest and one from his neck, but there was another one—clear mostly—that had been slid up the pee hole of his Johnson.

“Goddamn it, Liz,” he mumbled as the gunshots continued, some of them growing in volume. “What does that have to do with a dog bite to the neck?”

His hand went down and wrapped around the tube, then he took in a deep breath before he began to pull it out in a slow, methodical manner. He turned his head to the right and stared at the curtain separating his bed from the one next to it, not wanting to watch was he was doing.

A burning pain came with every inch of plastic he liberated, but the adrenaline fueling his body kept his hand working, pulling more and more of the catheter free.

Once it was out, he tossed it aside and let his head plop back to the pillow, needing to catch his breath as a headache replaced the dizziness in his head.

Between the catheter removal, the thumping in his head, the screams outside, and the growing number and volume of gunshots, he wasn’t sure what to focus on or do next.

Before he could decide, the noise outside was replaced with silence. All at once—not a single sound.

Despite the quiet, he knew whatever was happening in the complex was getting closer. No doubt about it. He had to move. Now.

Zimmer pushed through the pain and sat up, yanking the remaining tubes from his body. He expected more pain to come along with their removal, but he didn’t feel anything other than some wetness hitting the skin around their respective entry points.

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and let them dangle, unable to feel his toes. Yet the numbness wasn’t about to stop him. He used his hands to push his body forward, aiming his feet for the floor.

“Come on legs, don’t fail me now,” he said in his Southern accent, just as the door to the infirmary flung open in an obvious swoosh of air.

He heard boots next, somewhere beyond the curtain blocking his view. At least four pair, maybe more, scampering inside, the rubber soles of their boots clomping in a definite pattern.

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