Zombie Fallout 11: Etna Station by Mark Tufo

Author:Mark Tufo [Tufo, Mark]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: DevilDog Press

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Mike Journal Entry 7

If Knox was planning something else for us, it was in the long game. We got our prisoner, a one Barry Smintner. Sounded like someone that should be playing tennis at the country club with Mimzy, but he was as far from money as a monkey is driving a car. Let me take that back, with enough training and under the right circumstances, I’m pretty sure a monkey could drive a car.

“You killed me friends.” He glowered in the small room. We’d left the cul-de-sac and went a street over. Odds were that the five minutes we had been exposed were not on Knox’s screen.

“Me friends?” BT asked me. We were off to the side. “You think he might be slow?”

“Knox is going to come here and kill you, kill you all.” There was a sinister sneer on his face.

“Slow or not, he’s a piece of shit,” I said, wanting to beat that upward tilting lip right off his face.

“You ready?” Sanders asked Biddeford. The other man nodded.

“Hey! What are you doing? I’m part of the Knox army. You can’t do anything to me, I’m untouchable.”

Biddeford punched the man hard enough it hurt me.

“You tell us what we want to know, and we won’t do anything to you. Much. How’s that?” Sanders asked.

“I ain’t telling you shit.” There was still a sneer, but it had dropped a little of its pop.

“As part of my officer’s training,” Sanders enlightened our prisoner, “I was part of an exercise called SERE: Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape. It was one of the hardest things I have ever done in my life, and that is including active hot zones. That being said, when we were captured, which was inevitable, by the way, part of the process was being waterboarded,”

Sanders continued in almost a fatherly way–certainly as a good teacher might, “In my head, I was thinking, ‘How bad can it be? Sure, I was captured, but we were still all on the same team, right? They weren’t going to seriously injure or maim me.’ So, you’re lying down and restrained, an old shirt is stretched tight over your face and head so you can’t move, and then water is poured over your head. Sounds fairly pedestrian really. But Barry, I’m going to tell you something, when that water starts splashing up your nose and into your mouth, some primitive instinct kicks in. Between the darkness and the drowning…well, I don’t know if I have been more scared in my life. And it wasn’t a rational fear, not something I could control. I knew where I was and who I was with, but the sheer panic in my body and brain completely took over.”

“You can’t do that shit. There’s some sort of rules of engorgement!” he shouted.

Listen, I realize I have the mentality of a five-year-old, but if this hadn’t been such a serious scene, I would have busted out laughing. I turned my head and coughed.

Sanders nodded to Biddeford as he and Winters pulled the zip-tied man down to his knees.

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