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Authors: Glen Johnson
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closest buildings front entrance. From the intercom system, she could see there were sixteen flats in the block. The chances of running into anything inside seemed much greater because so many people had lived here. However, she knew it would be riskier standing around outside.
The front glass double doors were smashed and hanging open. Blood pooled on the worn carpet and splattered up the wall near the entrance. There was no corpse near it. Red found it hard to believe that someone who had lost that much blood could still walk away.
“In here.” Red moved into a flat that had the door wide open, and was slowly knocking against the wall from the wind blowing along the corridor.
While Lennie and Betty stood just outside the doorway, Red ran around the small flat, to check it was empty. It was not. A bloated body lay on the double bed in the small bedroom, with another bloated body, covered in puss lying on the floor, after possibly rolling off the bed. Both were moaning in pain, and vibrating, as if her presence had triggered off some kind of reaction.
Red swung around to shout a warning to Lennie and Betty, but before the words left her lips, both bodies exploded simultaneously.
Betty slowly got back to her feet; the blast tossed her backwards. Lennie was groaning to her left, with the small terrier stood next to him, licking his face. Bits of plaster rained down from the ceiling.
Betty felt dizzy and disorientated. The air around her was filled with black spores, which was being sucked out the front double doors by the strong wind. Even though her nose and mouth were covered, she still held her breath.
Lennie slowly sat up and picked up Charlie.
“Stay here Lennie.” Betty slowly walked through the doorway into the small flat.
The blast was so powerful it had stripped the wallpaper o ff the walls, and blasted the wooden floor black in places. Glass was sprinkled everywhere from the shattered windows. However, what was most disturbing was Red’s motionless naked arm, lying on the floor, poking out from the bedrooms doorway.
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Doctor Lazaro and the Squad
Newton Abbot
Courtney Park
12:18 PM GMT
M elanie was soaking wet, cold, and frightened. The lorry was bouncing, wheel spinning and skidding along the wet grass. She was lying on the roof of the lorry, holding onto a rope for her life. She could hear the naked creatures screaming around her from all directions. With her other hand, she held onto her jumper, because underneath was the plastic sheaf containing the folder, and all their hope.
The Captain knelt holding onto the rope with one hand and a container with another. He kept seeing the look of horror on Spice’s and Rogers’ faces as they were being ripped apart.
He knew he had no choice; he knew he had to shoot them, stop their suffering. He just hoped that when the time came, someone would do the same for him.
The truck jolted to one side, making them all leave the roof for a split second before they slammed back down. The driver had to swerve around the rut churned up by the helicopter.
The rain pelted the windscreen hard, blurring Coco’s view as he tried to miss bins and ditches. He did not bother avoiding the naked creatures. Blood constantly splashed up over the windshield.
“Get back to the road,” Trev screamed.
“What the hell do you think I’m trying to do?” Coco yelled back, while swinging the wheel to one side to avoid a shallow dip and a tree root.
Franco looked like he was going to throw up at any minute. He did not look like he could get any paler.
The truck bounced up onto a wide concrete path that ran along side the large pond. Suddenly, the front wheel dipped, and then caught something. Within a fraction of a second, the truck tipped over, tossing everyone from the roof into the pond. It skidded along, after spinning around when hitting the thick pond wall. It slid along the wet mud, churning up grass. It halted when it slammed into a large oak
The front glass double doors were smashed and hanging open. Blood pooled on the worn carpet and splattered up the wall near the entrance. There was no corpse near it. Red found it hard to believe that someone who had lost that much blood could still walk away.
“In here.” Red moved into a flat that had the door wide open, and was slowly knocking against the wall from the wind blowing along the corridor.
While Lennie and Betty stood just outside the doorway, Red ran around the small flat, to check it was empty. It was not. A bloated body lay on the double bed in the small bedroom, with another bloated body, covered in puss lying on the floor, after possibly rolling off the bed. Both were moaning in pain, and vibrating, as if her presence had triggered off some kind of reaction.
Red swung around to shout a warning to Lennie and Betty, but before the words left her lips, both bodies exploded simultaneously.
Betty slowly got back to her feet; the blast tossed her backwards. Lennie was groaning to her left, with the small terrier stood next to him, licking his face. Bits of plaster rained down from the ceiling.
Betty felt dizzy and disorientated. The air around her was filled with black spores, which was being sucked out the front double doors by the strong wind. Even though her nose and mouth were covered, she still held her breath.
Lennie slowly sat up and picked up Charlie.
“Stay here Lennie.” Betty slowly walked through the doorway into the small flat.
The blast was so powerful it had stripped the wallpaper o ff the walls, and blasted the wooden floor black in places. Glass was sprinkled everywhere from the shattered windows. However, what was most disturbing was Red’s motionless naked arm, lying on the floor, poking out from the bedrooms doorway.
19
Doctor Lazaro and the Squad
Newton Abbot
Courtney Park
12:18 PM GMT
M elanie was soaking wet, cold, and frightened. The lorry was bouncing, wheel spinning and skidding along the wet grass. She was lying on the roof of the lorry, holding onto a rope for her life. She could hear the naked creatures screaming around her from all directions. With her other hand, she held onto her jumper, because underneath was the plastic sheaf containing the folder, and all their hope.
The Captain knelt holding onto the rope with one hand and a container with another. He kept seeing the look of horror on Spice’s and Rogers’ faces as they were being ripped apart.
He knew he had no choice; he knew he had to shoot them, stop their suffering. He just hoped that when the time came, someone would do the same for him.
The truck jolted to one side, making them all leave the roof for a split second before they slammed back down. The driver had to swerve around the rut churned up by the helicopter.
The rain pelted the windscreen hard, blurring Coco’s view as he tried to miss bins and ditches. He did not bother avoiding the naked creatures. Blood constantly splashed up over the windshield.
“Get back to the road,” Trev screamed.
“What the hell do you think I’m trying to do?” Coco yelled back, while swinging the wheel to one side to avoid a shallow dip and a tree root.
Franco looked like he was going to throw up at any minute. He did not look like he could get any paler.
The truck bounced up onto a wide concrete path that ran along side the large pond. Suddenly, the front wheel dipped, and then caught something. Within a fraction of a second, the truck tipped over, tossing everyone from the roof into the pond. It skidded along, after spinning around when hitting the thick pond wall. It slid along the wet mud, churning up grass. It halted when it slammed into a large oak
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