Death Has Fallen: Freedom Rock Chronicles: Book 1 by Kris Beus Read Free Book Online

serial killer/rapist look.  His beard seemed to be quite a bit longer and rather than having the jeans and t-shirt the other one was wearing flannel.
                  I was unable to see the man’s face on the right since he was sitting with his back towards me.  Slowly I held my breath as I placed the crosshair on the back of his head resting it right on the top for any drop that may occur.  Not wasting a second I pulled the trigger watching his face disperse across the other gentleman’s profile.  As quickly as possible I grabbed the bolt kicking out the empty shell and placing another in the chamber.  When I looked through the scope the other man ran to a box in the middle of the camp looking for a weapon.  He was lucky a small pine trunk blocked a good shot. I had to make due with putting a bullet through his calf.  Again a crack rocked the hillside as I pulled the trigger and I felt the power of my gun as it pushed back into my shoulder.  I must have hit the leg just right because the bullet split it in two leaving the remnants scattered behind him.
                  The man fell over in pain giving me a much better shot at more deadly spot. I took aim at his midsection and shot.  With most guns it would have taken minutes if not an hour to bleed out, but with a 300 Weatherby and bullets made for dropping a moose he died in seconds.  These kills were nothing like Caz or even the hordes of zombies I have maimed.  I felt absolutely nothing after watching their life leave their bodies and spirits shoot straight to hell.  The best explanation for what I felt was self-righteous justice and the rage which built release with each bullet fired. 
                  Before running into the camp and saving the prisoners I first waited making sure only two men called the camp home.  After about ten minutes I decided the camp was empty and began making my way down.  As I approached a new fear came across me.  I wondered how Amanda would react to more blood spilled, but looking upon her and the look of relief, the fear subsided.  As I took the gag they had placed, out of her mouth she began repeating “Thank you”.  I untied her and helped her up.  We walked over to the other woman who also looked quite shocked and pleased her nightmare was over.  She was not gagged and did not say anything as we untied her feet and hands.  I asked her if she had any clothes in camp. 
                  “No they burned them so I wouldn’t try and run away,” she said while looking towards the ground with shame.
                  I asked Amanda if she had any extra clothes.  She went over to where they had thrown her pack and began looking through pulling an undershirt and pair of panties. Turning my back to give the woman privacy, she put the clothes on.  I went over looking through the two men’s supplies and found some extra clothes they had brought. Both men were quite a bit larger than the young woman.  The shirt was small enough it would not fall off, but the pants would have to be cut down to size and tied on with the cords they had used to bind their victims.
                  I asked her to come stand by me so I could see how much of the pants to cut.  She walked with a limp, it was easy to see the affect laying on the ground for days had.  As she walked over I found her very beautiful.  She had blond hair that fell just beyond her shoulders. Her eyes were dark blue and as she looked at me she smiled as if to say thank you.  Her body was extremely thin from starvation.  They must not have wanted to share any food, using her only for sex.  Once again the rage that filled me took over and I wished they were still alive so I could pull the trigger once more.  I held up the pants to her waist and asked her to hold them.  I then bent the legs to the length they needed to be and told her to let go. 
                  In the supplies they