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Authors: A. G. Claymore
Tags: Science-Fiction, Literature & Fiction, Horror, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Genre Fiction, Genetic engineering, post apocalyptic, Hard Science Fiction, 90 Minutes (44-64 Pages)
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from seeing the shooting during their run to the boat but he had been looking straight at the driver when Abe shot him. “I want to go home now!” A whine was creeping into his voice. This was no longer an adventure. He was reaching his limits.
“Hold on, little buddy,” Ben grunted as he drove his paddle through the water as hard as he could, driving them into the dark beneath the bridge. His son started to cry openly now and the sound was torture for Ben. This was no scary movie, accidentally found on the TV, this was reality and Ben desperately wished he could just change the channel.
They finally reached sunlight on the far side and Lise angled them toward the bank.
“Other bank,” Ben wheezed as he pushed the nose back over. The nose ground into the weeds and he hopped out, pulling the bow up, Abe stepping out to join him. He reached in and picked up Brendan, tiny arms nearly choking the life out of him.
“It’s ok, little buddy,” Ben spoke softly into his ear. “We’re safe now.” Lise stepped out of the boat and gently stroked the back of his head.
“That might be a bit premature,” Abe said quietly.
Ben followed his gaze and saw a handful of dead people moving between the shedding trees. They were heading toward them.
“Must have heard the Humvee crash,” Abe speculated as he started to put them down with his G-19. “But then…” He looked over at Ben. “Better get moving. The sound of weapons fire will probably bring more of ‘em.”
He had refrained from saying it, but Brendan’s crying was almost certainly an irresistible lure. They jogged through the trees, feet shuffling through the fresh orange carpet. A new scent of rot mingled with the distinctive tang of autumn. Ben could see the shuttle and a small handful of forms were moving around it.
He felt his service revolver being yanked out of his holster. Lise hated guns, but she would have no qualms using one to protect her child. Ben took a closer look at the figures near the shuttle. They were in a rough line facing the trees, carrying shotguns. “Lise, those are the researchers; don’t shoot them.”
“Oh, those are the guys that turned this loose on us?” she asked. “Can’t I just kneecap ‘em?”
“Get aboard!” Abe yelled at the four scientists. “We got rot-monkeys right behind us!”
They scrambled aboard and Abe initiated the engine startup before coming aft again to find the headset that he had thrown in the back a few hours earlier.
“You must be Lise,” Dwight began. “My name is…”
“Dumbass!” She cut him off coldly before turning to press her cheek against the top of Brendan’s head. Ben dropped down on his son’s other side and strapped in as the aircraft lifted off. He pulled down a headset from a panel behind them. “Abe, take us south. I’ll come up later and let you know the details in a little while.”
He pulled the headset off and worked an arm around his small family.
“Are you taking us to that R&D station that got you fired from the NSA?” She looked up at him. “What makes you think they’ll even let us land?”
Ben took a deep breath. “They’ll need what we have, and hopefully Abe’s credentials will help…” He wasn’t really sure who Abe worked for, but he belonged to one of the many shadowy arms of the government and he had to hope it would be enough to get them on the ground at their destination.
Hope was pretty much all they had left.
An Exerpt from Kill or Cure
Book 2 in the Orbital Decay Series
Grounded
Near Belton, South Carolina
B en eased his foot off the gas. He squinted out the windshield of the borrowed SUV. Something didn’t add up. The wounded man waving them down seemed… wrong.
Lise, sitting beside him, turned to pull a med kit from the space between Brendan and Dwight’s seats. “Pull over, Hon. I’ll take a look at him.” She lurched sideways into her seatback as her husband hit the gas. “Ben!”
He had acted on instinct, but he
“Hold on, little buddy,” Ben grunted as he drove his paddle through the water as hard as he could, driving them into the dark beneath the bridge. His son started to cry openly now and the sound was torture for Ben. This was no scary movie, accidentally found on the TV, this was reality and Ben desperately wished he could just change the channel.
They finally reached sunlight on the far side and Lise angled them toward the bank.
“Other bank,” Ben wheezed as he pushed the nose back over. The nose ground into the weeds and he hopped out, pulling the bow up, Abe stepping out to join him. He reached in and picked up Brendan, tiny arms nearly choking the life out of him.
“It’s ok, little buddy,” Ben spoke softly into his ear. “We’re safe now.” Lise stepped out of the boat and gently stroked the back of his head.
“That might be a bit premature,” Abe said quietly.
Ben followed his gaze and saw a handful of dead people moving between the shedding trees. They were heading toward them.
“Must have heard the Humvee crash,” Abe speculated as he started to put them down with his G-19. “But then…” He looked over at Ben. “Better get moving. The sound of weapons fire will probably bring more of ‘em.”
He had refrained from saying it, but Brendan’s crying was almost certainly an irresistible lure. They jogged through the trees, feet shuffling through the fresh orange carpet. A new scent of rot mingled with the distinctive tang of autumn. Ben could see the shuttle and a small handful of forms were moving around it.
He felt his service revolver being yanked out of his holster. Lise hated guns, but she would have no qualms using one to protect her child. Ben took a closer look at the figures near the shuttle. They were in a rough line facing the trees, carrying shotguns. “Lise, those are the researchers; don’t shoot them.”
“Oh, those are the guys that turned this loose on us?” she asked. “Can’t I just kneecap ‘em?”
“Get aboard!” Abe yelled at the four scientists. “We got rot-monkeys right behind us!”
They scrambled aboard and Abe initiated the engine startup before coming aft again to find the headset that he had thrown in the back a few hours earlier.
“You must be Lise,” Dwight began. “My name is…”
“Dumbass!” She cut him off coldly before turning to press her cheek against the top of Brendan’s head. Ben dropped down on his son’s other side and strapped in as the aircraft lifted off. He pulled down a headset from a panel behind them. “Abe, take us south. I’ll come up later and let you know the details in a little while.”
He pulled the headset off and worked an arm around his small family.
“Are you taking us to that R&D station that got you fired from the NSA?” She looked up at him. “What makes you think they’ll even let us land?”
Ben took a deep breath. “They’ll need what we have, and hopefully Abe’s credentials will help…” He wasn’t really sure who Abe worked for, but he belonged to one of the many shadowy arms of the government and he had to hope it would be enough to get them on the ground at their destination.
Hope was pretty much all they had left.
An Exerpt from Kill or Cure
Book 2 in the Orbital Decay Series
Grounded
Near Belton, South Carolina
B en eased his foot off the gas. He squinted out the windshield of the borrowed SUV. Something didn’t add up. The wounded man waving them down seemed… wrong.
Lise, sitting beside him, turned to pull a med kit from the space between Brendan and Dwight’s seats. “Pull over, Hon. I’ll take a look at him.” She lurched sideways into her seatback as her husband hit the gas. “Ben!”
He had acted on instinct, but he
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