Escape from the Damned (APEX Predator Book 2) by Glyn Gardner Read Free Book Online Page A

was constantly butting heads with Sergeant Major Dagineau, the senior enlisted man in his outfit played by Telly Savalas.
    Dagineau was overly harsh and seemed to have it out for the American Legionnaire.  The two become the final survivors of an enemy attack and Beau is forced to kill Dagineau in self defense.
    He found it funny that he would inherit the name Beau.  Of all of the characters in the movie, he’d always identified more closely with Telly Savalas’s character in both personality and temperament.  He saw all of the street punks as the Beau’s of Valhalla
    He found Poncho Villa and two of the little punks standing near the front gate.  Poncho Villa had an AK-47 and his big pistol on his belt.  One of the punks had a Mac-10 and the other a revolver.  Beau realized he was the only one wearing body armor.  He hoped that the others wouldn’t regret that.
    Without a word, he led the rest of the group out the gate.  He followed the trail for about 20 minutes. He and Poncho Villa froze when they heard the moaning.  The younger of the punks wasn’t paying attention and bumped into the man in front of him.
    “What the fuck!” the man blurted.
    The moaning grew louder at the sound of the outburst.  Shit, Beau thought.  He drew his knife and tried to locate the source of the sound.  It sounded like it was all around them.  He crept forward.  As he rounded a bend in the trail, he found the bodies of Leroy and the courier.  There were several zombies walking towards his team.
    Beau didn’t hesitate.  He lunged towards the closest zombie, driving his combat knife through the monster’s skull.  It stopped moving, and fell motionless to the ground.  He jammed his foot into the dead zombie’s face and jerked the knife out of its skull.
    A shot rang out, then another.  A second later the kid with the Mac-10 began firing on full automatic.  Beau combat rolled to the left, away from the zombies, and out of the line of fire.  As he came up, he saw several bullets strike a large zombie in the crotch, belly and chest without effect.
    Suddenly Beau felt like someone hit his right calf with a burning baseball bat.  His leg crumpled beneath him and he was forced to roll back to his left.  This brought him closer to the zombie with the newly shredded chest.
    He dropped his knife and reached for his Sig Saur 9mm pistol.  The zombie leaned over, falling onto the wounded man.  He dropped his butt to the ground, and shoved his foot into the monster’s chest, keeping its mouth away from him.
    Black blood ran down the ex-legionnaire’s leg, pooling under his backside.  He tried to push the ghoul off of him, but it was too heavy.  The creature stretched its arms in an attempt to grab Beau’s face.  Fuck this!
    He shoved his pistol under the ghoul’s chin and fired.  Blackish pink mist exploded behind the monster’s head.  It went limp.  Beau kicked the ghoul to the left and continued to roll.
    He tried to stand, but his right leg wouldn’t bear weight.  He lunged toward Poncho Villa and the punks.  It was then that he realized how bad things had actually gotten.  The kid with the Mac-10 was on the ground, a zombie on top of him and blood pooling behind him.
    Poncho Villa was also down.  There were several zombies lying dead around him and two on top of him.  He was screaming in Spanish.  Beau was pretty sure he was calling for his mother.  He’d heard those same words before.
    His mind went to another time.  He thought of the Spaniard named Cortez.  The kid was right out of training when their regiment was deployed to the Ivory Coast.  Two weeks after they had arrived, their patrol had been ambushed by a group of rebels.
    Poor Cortez had been right behind the point man.  His legs were blown off when the rebels initiated the ambush.  For the next three hours, his platoon was pinned down, listening to Cortez cry in Spanish.  Until, that is, he mercifully passed out.  They eventually fell