Survival Instinct (Book 3): Fighting Instinct by Stittle Kristal

Author:Stittle, Kristal [Stittle, Kristal]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: zombies
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2014-11-27T05:00:00+00:00

III

During

Sher watched the radar in front of him, careful not to touch anything. It had taken Bob a few minutes, but he had gotten the cruise ship’s engines started up and now they were turning to face the other one; the one with the men who had insulted Sher. Bob was good to have around. He wasn’t just a mountain of muscle, he was also smart, especially when it came to ships. There had never yet been a ship or boat that Bob couldn’t start up or repair.

“Can we keep pace with them?” Sher asked, looking out through the large windows.

“Easily,” Bob grumbled. He was moving from station to station, monitoring all the screens and readouts.

“Good.” Those sons of bitches were going to pay. How dare they refuse Sher entrance aboard their ship? Did they not know that he was king of these waters? Not those cesspool pirates who tried to claim the title, but him, Sher. He had a whole kingdom, and he was going to bring it down on those assholes’ heads.

“Sir?”

“What is it?”

“They have a submarine.”

“What?” Sher walked over to where Bob was pointing out the window. Sure enough, on the other side of the ship, a surfaced submarine was following alongside them. “Do we have to worry about it?”

“Don’t know. Impossible to tell from here if it’s armed or not.”

“We’ll assume it is and hit it with the small boats first.” Sher wasn’t an idiot. Submarines could be dangerous if they still had torpedoes and missiles on board. The small, fast boats could take it though. Once night fell, the small boats could zip up alongside the sub and dispatch boarders. Toss a few grenades down the hatch and goodbye submarine. Provided they weren’t seen on approach that was.

A moan at the door derailed Sher’s thoughts. He hated the stinking corpses almost as much as he hated that other ship. They were annoying, disgusting, and smelly. But these particular zombies might come in handy. He wasn’t completely sure how yet, but an idea was prickling the back of his mind.

“How long until the others get here, do you think?” Sher asked Bob. He had his own estimates, but he wanted to hear what Bob thought. Sher might know the men better, but Bob knew the boats.

“The fastest of them should arrive around one a.m.”

Sher nodded. That was what he was thinking. “We should sleep in shifts until they get here. Tell me what I need to know to keep us on their tail.”

Bob went over the controls with him.

***

Sher was awakened by the crackle of his personal radio.

“Boss?” a small, tinny voice came through the speaker amidst a storm of static. “Boss, you there?”

Sher pulled his radio off his belt as he got to his feet. “I’m here. Who is this?”

“Ricky.”

Outside the window, it was dark save for the lights from the ship ahead of them. An extra black spot on the ocean marked where the submarine was. It would have been better if it was even darker out, but at least the moon wasn’t a bright and full disc tonight.

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