Cassie (Adrian's Undead Diary Book 8) by Chris Philbrook Read Free Book Online

that the rifle performed excellently. If you’ve never shot with an AimPoint, it’s a clear round sight that projects a small holographic red dot in space where the bullet will go. They’re fantastic for firing accurately, and quickly. You lift the weapon, shoulder it, and as soon as you see the red dot inside the square on your target, you fire. It also cuts down on the pesky projected laser dot that the old beam style sights made.
    When I started to shoot I actually asked Ethan to give me the floor for a bit so I could get some rounds out of my gun to get it broken in. He said that was fine, and I went to town.
    I took the time to line up my first few shots very carefully. I picked zombies that were extra sedentary, and put that red dot right on their face, or forehead, or even the top of their head and took the proper deep breath and slow finger squeeze. No trigger slapping thank you very much.
    The first few rounds popped skulls like I’d hoped. I intentionally started firing deep into the crowd to avoid us making large piles of dead bodies to push out of the way. The bodies crumpled to the ground one after the other. I’ve said this before, but the nice thing about having the first few bodies drop, is the other undead start to trip over them. They are too stupid to look down and adjust where they are stepping to stay upright. You should watch the fuckers navigate a set of steps. Hilarious shit.  
    Anyway, it got to the point where there were so many undead moving about that it was actually a relief when they started to trip and fall. It cut down on all the heads wandering about and let me focus on the task at hand.  
    We reached a point where Ethan had caught on to how I was shooting at the furthest away and slowest moving undead, and he started to spot for me. He’d call out something like, “Tall blonde three o’clock,” and I’d zone in on them and lo and behold, they’d be the exact kind of target I was looking for.
    I think I’d put down about thirty of the dead we’d seen, and we had another ten or twelve wander in from the other sides of the building when we realized that we had to leave the balcony. The indent where the welded steel door was gave us a really shitty line of fire, and we essentially HAD to go down to street level to get the last of them put down.
    Ethan and I wandered to the steel gate and assessed the situation. We sat and watched quietly in the freezing cold morning air as the rows of zombies reached through the bent metal bars at us ineffectively. Ethan pointed out how strange it was that they didn’t breathe. I knew they didn’t breathe, but watching their jaws reflexively close and open over and over again without seeing their breath come out was definitely strange. No one chews at the air like that. Ever. It's an entirely unnatural gesture. I guess one upside to the cold weather is that it deadens the smell somewhat. Now they just smell like cold, stale dead bodies.
    I drew the Kimber and flicked it to 'danger mode,' and Ethan drew his M9 and did the same. We took a few steps back up the steps, and started shooting the undead at the rear of the group, one by one. I really like firing the Kimber. The 10mm recoil is powerful and satisfying, but not overwhelming. The weapon is smooth too. Super well made weapons firing powerful calibers are a wondrous thing. I will say that my eardrums did not appreciate going from the sweet, soft whisper of the M4 with suppressor to the 'bang on a giant steel drum with an explosion' cough of the 10mm. Loud as FUCK in that hallway.
    I just wish the magazines held more rounds. No worries. I rarely fire the pistol in the first place, and if I have to, I will rarely need more than what the weapon holds. If I do, I’m probably fucked no matter what I'm carrying for a backup weapon anyway. I suspect the Jinx Fairy has reared her ugly head at that point, and shat on my cornflakes.
    Anyhoo! We plowed through the skulls of the undead pressing against