Six Feet From Hell: The Lost Chronicles (Book 1) by Coley Joseph A

Author:Coley, Joseph A. [Coley, Joseph A.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: zombies
Published: 2014-11-13T05:00:00+00:00

* * *

Three Days Later

CW3 Shupe sat in the galley of the USCGC Mohawk. He wasn’t hungry or thirsty, and he couldn’t bring himself to eat what little he had in front of him. Food was in short supply, so he knew that he needed to eat, but his stomach thought otherwise. He’d made two successful trips to the mainland since losing Moose and his team, but nothing seemed to take the edge off. There was no alcohol to be found on the ship, and he couldn’t bribe his way into getting another ZBRA team to risk their lives for some much-needed firewater.

“Mind if I sit, Chief?”

Shupe looked up to see a man standing in front of him. He looked familiar, but he couldn’t place his face. He sported a goatee and short-cropped hair. In the days before the end of the world, he might have been mistaken for military, but the way things were nowadays, a beard didn’t necessarily mean you weren’t. The man looked to be in his mid-thirties. He was dressed in MultiCam with an M4 across his back, barrel pointed downward. Shupe made a halfhearted gesture for the man to take a seat.

The man sat his tray down. A nominal amount of scrambled eggs, one piece of bacon, and a single slice of toast made up his meager breakfast.

“Wow. I don’t know how in the hell they expect us to make all these missions with what little they are feeding us.” The man picked up the lone slice of bacon and admired it. “The last bacon on Earth. I hope like hell we plan on raiding a pig farm before long.”

Shupe stirred his oatmeal absently. “I suppose you’re on one of the ZBRA teams, cowboy. I hope you don’t mind losing friends.”

The man stabbed at his eggs. “Powdered eggs, too. Damn. And to answer your question, yes I am supposed to be riding along with one of the teams.”

Shupe looked up. “Well, I hope you don’t have any family that you plan on coming back to.”

The man stopped eating. “As a matter of fact, my family went all to shit about two weeks ago. I’ve been trying to come to terms with it, but it ain’t working. I suppose I’m cut out for this kind of work.”

“You prior service?” Shupe asked.

Before the man could answer, a Navy Lieutenant dressed in navy blue coveralls hastily stuck his head into the galley. “CW3 Shupe?”

Chief Shupe stuck his spoon back into his oatmeal. Another mission to go out on, more people to try to save.

I can’t save myself. How the hell am I supposed to help someone else? Shupe thought as he turned to address the Lieutenant.

“Yeah, that’s me. Another sortie to fly?”

The Lieutenant hurried over to Shupe’s table. “Chief, we’ve been getting some unusual Morse code. We don’t know where it’s coming from, but we are attempting to triangulate as we speak.”

Shupe frowned. “And what has that got to do with me?”

“Well, it seems to be repeating your name, sir.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.