The Left Series (Book 1): Leftovers by Fletcher Christian

Author:Fletcher, Christian [Fletcher, Christian]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: zombies
Published: 2012-05-02T04:00:00+00:00

He guided me out of the room, through the corridor and into a bathroom. My stomach ache receded instantly when I relieved myself. I washed my face and hands at the sink with the soldier standing over me the whole time. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and saw a shadow of my former self, a broken and emaciated man. Dry swollen lips, red puffy eyes, noticeable weight loss. I looked gaunt and skinny, like one of the dead. I’d aged ten years in the last few days. Maybe I was a dead man walking. Maybe these were my last few hours left living and breathing as a human being. I had a feeling what was left of the army was going to use us as guinea pigs in some bizarre experiment to preserve their own skins. Would being a zombie be so bad? At least you were sort of alive. Rosenberg didn’t hold out much hope for a cure for the disease that had taken hold of the world.

“Time is up sir,” the soldier said behind me. “We need to go back to the interview room.”

Interview room? I always associated interviews with job applications and talking nicely to future employers. This “interview room” was more like a death sentence area. I wished I had some sort of weapon on me to fight this guy. I would rather go out fighting and be shot than expose myself to Frankenstein type experiments that were almost certainly going to end badly.

“Two million dollars is yours if you let me go,” I squealed. I didn’t know if the soldiers had confiscated Smith’s loot or left it in the RV. “Two million dollars in cash is in our vehicle. It’s yours if you let me go.”

I felt like a snake shedding its skin, ratting out on the others just to save my scrawny neck. I couldn’t believe the words came out of my mouth. I looked in the bathroom mirror at the soldier’s reflection. I knew he was thinking about it by the expression in his eyes, behind the gas mask. Trickles of sweat ran down my forehead.

“Come on, you bastard. We can both disappear out of here and get somewhere safe with two million bucks.”

Gunfire echoed through the corridor and the opportunity was lost.

“Quick, finish up, sir. We need to get back to the interview room,” the soldier yelled through his mike.

Static, screams and yells came through his mike all at once. I knew something was going on, maybe in the interview room or zombies had broken through the soldier’s defense. I thought for a brief moment of rushing the soldier as he bent over to talk into his mike. The moment passed when he stood up straight and aimed his rifle at me. More screams came through his mike and I recognized Batfish’s voice shouting, “Oh my fucking God, he’s dead.”

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