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electric shock. ‘Just us.’ He leaped over to the boxes of food and threw Jake an orange. ‘Catch!’ He shouted.
Jake caught it one handed and immediately started to peel the skin off. ‘Where exactly are we?’ He looked around, squinting through the candlelight. It was like one of those underground bunkers you would see in an old black and white war film.
‘Under the shops.’ Pip grinned again, his rotting teeth on full show. He sniggered and moved closer to Jake. ‘Where the rats used to live.’
Jake could hear a rumble, as if a tank was passing on the road above. ‘What’s that noise?’
‘Pitter patter, pitter patter. The rain comes today.’ Pip started to dance.
Amber laughed as she ate a segment of juicy orange. ‘You’re funny.’
‘You might as well live with us now.’ Pip pointed a bony finger at Jake. ‘You don’t want to go out there. The rain; it will burn, it will sting. Full of the devils fire.’ He twirled around as if he was a magician about to pull a white dove out of a top hat.
Jake looked above at the stone ceiling. It sounded as if the rain was hammering down, bouncing off the cobbles. The crazy old man might have a point.
Jake had never heard of the devil’s fire. It might be the acid in the rain from the volcanic ash fallout. He wasn’t sure and he wasn’t going to find out. For now, in the short term, he and Amber would remain underground. As soon as the rain passed though, they would be out of this cellar and moving south.
***
Emma Davis ran through the shallow stream in pursuit of the two naked figures; only moments before they had been attacking one of her fellow Pureblood soldiers. If it wasn’t for her short burst of gunfire above the melee they would have surely killed him.
She stopped, steadied her aim and fired again. Both the infected bodies burst like water balloons; the water beneath them filled with blood and shattered bone.
‘Davis!’
The shout came from her right and she immediately looked across.
It was Waters. A shaven headed, six foot three, mean, lean fighting machine. They had met a week earlier, when they had been clearing out the centre of Bristol. The guy was an animal; an arrogant, cold blooded murderer who, like herself, relished this new harsh world where the Purebloods were kings.
Emma Davis could see him pointing over at two white buildings that lay on the left hand side of the stream. She nodded. Stepping out of the cold water, she ran up behind him to give covering fire.
As he bounded towards the old bakery Emma Davis shadowed him, shooting anything with bare flesh that dared to move.
Waters, crouching like a Puma, slowed down as he reached the door. Davis stopped about thirty meters behind him, all her senses honed in on the one building.
He kicked down the door with one mighty boot, and let out a blast from his gun. He disappeared inside, and Davis, her automatic rifle held up so she could see straight down the barrel, followed.
Screams came from the kitchen as Davis entered; one of the Purebloods, who had gone in earlier, was down.
Waters squeezed the trigger and took two infected bodies out. Gliding across the slate floor he clubbed the third aggressor with his gun, the head exploding on impact.
‘Get a medic!’ He shouted at Davis. ‘Man down, abdominal wound.’ He looked back down to his fellow Pureblood. ‘He’s losing too much blood.’
Davis was just about to leave when another two naked females rushed the kitchen from the back door. ‘Get down!’ She screamed.
Waters hit the deck.
A short, sharp blast from the gun and the two advancing bodies flew backwards, congealed blood spraying everything in its path.
Davis, her gun still smoking, moved quickly to the back door. She needed to clear the area.
Kicking one of the heads of the dead as she ran past, she spun out of the doorway, letting off another volley of gunfire. She looked skywards. There was movement on the flat roof.
Feet tapping as she ran up the
Jake caught it one handed and immediately started to peel the skin off. ‘Where exactly are we?’ He looked around, squinting through the candlelight. It was like one of those underground bunkers you would see in an old black and white war film.
‘Under the shops.’ Pip grinned again, his rotting teeth on full show. He sniggered and moved closer to Jake. ‘Where the rats used to live.’
Jake could hear a rumble, as if a tank was passing on the road above. ‘What’s that noise?’
‘Pitter patter, pitter patter. The rain comes today.’ Pip started to dance.
Amber laughed as she ate a segment of juicy orange. ‘You’re funny.’
‘You might as well live with us now.’ Pip pointed a bony finger at Jake. ‘You don’t want to go out there. The rain; it will burn, it will sting. Full of the devils fire.’ He twirled around as if he was a magician about to pull a white dove out of a top hat.
Jake looked above at the stone ceiling. It sounded as if the rain was hammering down, bouncing off the cobbles. The crazy old man might have a point.
Jake had never heard of the devil’s fire. It might be the acid in the rain from the volcanic ash fallout. He wasn’t sure and he wasn’t going to find out. For now, in the short term, he and Amber would remain underground. As soon as the rain passed though, they would be out of this cellar and moving south.
***
Emma Davis ran through the shallow stream in pursuit of the two naked figures; only moments before they had been attacking one of her fellow Pureblood soldiers. If it wasn’t for her short burst of gunfire above the melee they would have surely killed him.
She stopped, steadied her aim and fired again. Both the infected bodies burst like water balloons; the water beneath them filled with blood and shattered bone.
‘Davis!’
The shout came from her right and she immediately looked across.
It was Waters. A shaven headed, six foot three, mean, lean fighting machine. They had met a week earlier, when they had been clearing out the centre of Bristol. The guy was an animal; an arrogant, cold blooded murderer who, like herself, relished this new harsh world where the Purebloods were kings.
Emma Davis could see him pointing over at two white buildings that lay on the left hand side of the stream. She nodded. Stepping out of the cold water, she ran up behind him to give covering fire.
As he bounded towards the old bakery Emma Davis shadowed him, shooting anything with bare flesh that dared to move.
Waters, crouching like a Puma, slowed down as he reached the door. Davis stopped about thirty meters behind him, all her senses honed in on the one building.
He kicked down the door with one mighty boot, and let out a blast from his gun. He disappeared inside, and Davis, her automatic rifle held up so she could see straight down the barrel, followed.
Screams came from the kitchen as Davis entered; one of the Purebloods, who had gone in earlier, was down.
Waters squeezed the trigger and took two infected bodies out. Gliding across the slate floor he clubbed the third aggressor with his gun, the head exploding on impact.
‘Get a medic!’ He shouted at Davis. ‘Man down, abdominal wound.’ He looked back down to his fellow Pureblood. ‘He’s losing too much blood.’
Davis was just about to leave when another two naked females rushed the kitchen from the back door. ‘Get down!’ She screamed.
Waters hit the deck.
A short, sharp blast from the gun and the two advancing bodies flew backwards, congealed blood spraying everything in its path.
Davis, her gun still smoking, moved quickly to the back door. She needed to clear the area.
Kicking one of the heads of the dead as she ran past, she spun out of the doorway, letting off another volley of gunfire. She looked skywards. There was movement on the flat roof.
Feet tapping as she ran up the
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