The Survival by Damon Hunter

Author:Damon Hunter [Hunter, Damon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: zombies
Published: 2018-07-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Corrigan’s Bunker - Fallbrook, CA

Ana had seen the arrows come out of the avocado grove at the edge of the clearing. From her vantage point on the roof of the Urban Assault Wagon she could see the archer. Avocado trees were not really meant for climbing, they were not that tall and the branches were not usually very thick, but the archer had managed to perch himself in one to fire the arrows at Vance, Bo, and Clay.

She could have picked him off with her AR-15. The shirtless man who walked into the clearing would be an easy shot as well. The ease at which she could have taken them out made her fairly certain they never saw her. The way they were operating reminded her of her and her friends when she was not the only living member of the Southwest Apocalypse Response Crew. They had good ideas for fighting the infected, but without fail, they neglected to plan for something and paid for it in the worst kind of way. These two were operating in the same half-smart way. They put together a good strategy for dealing with Bo, Vance, and Clay but had not considered that the three of them did not come alone.

Clear shots or not, the horde could not have gotten too far away and once she pulled the trigger they would all be on their way back to the bunker.

Had the man with the bow put an arrow into someone or the shirtless man come into the clearing with his gun raised she would have risked summoning the horde and put bullets in each of their heads. Since they seemed to want to talk she took a different strategy.

After turning off the Suburban and taking the keys in an attempt to not be half-smart and let someone take their ride, she put the rifle over her shoulder and drew a hatchet and her Glock.

Ana could hear them arguing as she moved through the trees. The archer had an arrow in place and the drawstring pulled back. He was ready to fire if the other man did not get what he asking for. With all his concentration on the clearing, he was easy to sneak up on. She saw someone, probably Corrigan, had mounted a platform about halfway up one of the thicker trees, giving the archer a place to be in the tree without worrying about falling out. Some two by fours had been nailed to the trunk, making a crude ladder. Ana climbed onto the platform without him noticing.

Ana put the barrel of her Glock to his temple as the man in the clearing said, “Three.”

“Put down the bow or I blow your head off,” she told him as she thumbed back the hammer to let him know she was serious.

He put down the bow, saying, “Them rotters will be all over us as soon as you pull that trigger.”

“What do you care? You won’t be around to have to worry about it.

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