Read Online The Reaper: No Mercy by Sean Liebling - Free Book Online
Authors: Sean Liebling
Tags: adventure, Action, Zombies, Virus, Armageddon, post apocalyptic, undead, Marines, special forces, the walking dead, Zombie Apocalypse, marine corps, rangers, zompoc, force recon
Ads: Link
Can we keep holding them off?"
Tom frowned as he considered the question. Tom was ex-military, specifically Air Force, and had been flight crew for F-18s before his enlistment expired. He barely knew what he was doing, and was going more on gut instinct than anything else. Now he turned to Pat while gripping his upper arm.
"Hell, we beat them once, right? And gave them a pounding they won't soon forget. Sure we can beat them again, now start making our barricade bigger.” Pat nodded and, throwing a mock salute at Tom, took off at a fast walk.
*****
Chapter 6
Janet considered herself tough, which was why she was out alone in a city filled with the undead along with a savage gang of other survivors. Growing up as a military brat with four older brothers had taught her to be strong-willed and clever. Her group needed supplies, and the kids were getting bored, which meant it was harder to keep them quiet. Most of the men in their party were out getting those supplies except for two, and even though Bill and Ralph had begged her to stay, Janet had ignored their entreaties as she considered herself the equal of any man. Besides, Bill was sweet on her, a feeling she did not reciprocate. He just wasn't her type, and she needed to get away from his smothering attitude for a short while.
Now she was searching for games to help the kids pass the time. She’d found them in a small grocery whose shelves were mostly bare. Probably the work of these other savages, she thought, as she located the small game section quickly and stuffed her backpack full of puzzles, Yahtzee and cards.
Janet stood 5’6” in her stockings, and her long, honey-blonde hair framing a tanned face completed a more than lovely picture. She paused to grab two small packs of #3 diapers and a large plastic box of baby wipes, and realized her backpack wouldn't be able to hold much more. She made a last stop near the front at the feminine hygiene products, where she grabbed up several boxes of maxi-pads and tampons, shoving them into the already-full interior of her pack before cinching the straps tight.
“Men never remember to get all the items women need,” she muttered to herself as she crept to the back of the store cautiously, on the lookout for the undead or anyone else that might be lurking there. She had her pistol on her belt, but what she held in her hand, directed before her, was a large machete she had learned to use very well in the preceding weeks. In the darkened interior of the store, she was more worried about the undead than the savages who were roaming the streets shooting everything in sight. She sniffed cautiously ... and yes, the undead were here.
Letting her eyes adjust to the gloom, she spotted the creature standing motionless between two racks against the wall. After carefully examining the rest of the back, it was apparent there was only one of the undead creatures. Slowly a grin split her face as she raised the machete high overhead. She moved a step closer and yes! its face instantly turned in her direction. It was all the distraction she needed as she swung downward with all her might, just as it tried to rush her. "Too late for you", she muttered under her breath as she felt the shock of the sharp edge cleaving the skull in half travel up her arms and across her shoulders. As the creature dropped to the ground, really dead this time, one of its hands grasped the rack next to it. With a huge crash, the metal shelving unit fell to the ground alongside the zombie’s prone form, causing Janet to jump quickly to avoid being squashed.
"Damnit to hell!" she hissed as she stepped on what remained of its head in order to yank her blade out. She knew sound traveled, and that loud crash had probably traveled quite a distance, even from within the confines of the closed store. Then the back door was right in front of her and she quickly shoved it open, stepping out.
Blinking rapidly to readjust her eyes to the bright sunlight, she
Tom frowned as he considered the question. Tom was ex-military, specifically Air Force, and had been flight crew for F-18s before his enlistment expired. He barely knew what he was doing, and was going more on gut instinct than anything else. Now he turned to Pat while gripping his upper arm.
"Hell, we beat them once, right? And gave them a pounding they won't soon forget. Sure we can beat them again, now start making our barricade bigger.” Pat nodded and, throwing a mock salute at Tom, took off at a fast walk.
*****
Chapter 6
Janet considered herself tough, which was why she was out alone in a city filled with the undead along with a savage gang of other survivors. Growing up as a military brat with four older brothers had taught her to be strong-willed and clever. Her group needed supplies, and the kids were getting bored, which meant it was harder to keep them quiet. Most of the men in their party were out getting those supplies except for two, and even though Bill and Ralph had begged her to stay, Janet had ignored their entreaties as she considered herself the equal of any man. Besides, Bill was sweet on her, a feeling she did not reciprocate. He just wasn't her type, and she needed to get away from his smothering attitude for a short while.
Now she was searching for games to help the kids pass the time. She’d found them in a small grocery whose shelves were mostly bare. Probably the work of these other savages, she thought, as she located the small game section quickly and stuffed her backpack full of puzzles, Yahtzee and cards.
Janet stood 5’6” in her stockings, and her long, honey-blonde hair framing a tanned face completed a more than lovely picture. She paused to grab two small packs of #3 diapers and a large plastic box of baby wipes, and realized her backpack wouldn't be able to hold much more. She made a last stop near the front at the feminine hygiene products, where she grabbed up several boxes of maxi-pads and tampons, shoving them into the already-full interior of her pack before cinching the straps tight.
“Men never remember to get all the items women need,” she muttered to herself as she crept to the back of the store cautiously, on the lookout for the undead or anyone else that might be lurking there. She had her pistol on her belt, but what she held in her hand, directed before her, was a large machete she had learned to use very well in the preceding weeks. In the darkened interior of the store, she was more worried about the undead than the savages who were roaming the streets shooting everything in sight. She sniffed cautiously ... and yes, the undead were here.
Letting her eyes adjust to the gloom, she spotted the creature standing motionless between two racks against the wall. After carefully examining the rest of the back, it was apparent there was only one of the undead creatures. Slowly a grin split her face as she raised the machete high overhead. She moved a step closer and yes! its face instantly turned in her direction. It was all the distraction she needed as she swung downward with all her might, just as it tried to rush her. "Too late for you", she muttered under her breath as she felt the shock of the sharp edge cleaving the skull in half travel up her arms and across her shoulders. As the creature dropped to the ground, really dead this time, one of its hands grasped the rack next to it. With a huge crash, the metal shelving unit fell to the ground alongside the zombie’s prone form, causing Janet to jump quickly to avoid being squashed.
"Damnit to hell!" she hissed as she stepped on what remained of its head in order to yank her blade out. She knew sound traveled, and that loud crash had probably traveled quite a distance, even from within the confines of the closed store. Then the back door was right in front of her and she quickly shoved it open, stepping out.
Blinking rapidly to readjust her eyes to the bright sunlight, she
Similar Books
