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

back, unable to reach the poor Spaniard.  They found his dismembered corpse two weeks later.
    A shot rang out, bringing Beau back to the present.  The other punk was standing over him, reaching down with one hand, while shooting another zombie in the head.
    “Get the fuck up,” the kid yelled.  “Or I’m gonna leave your ass!”  BANG!  The kid dropped another one.
    Beau took his hand, taking stock of the situation as he did:  Three zombies down on the ground eating people, four between them and Valhalla, and three still in the direction they were going.  This isn’t good.
    The kid dragged him left and around.  This put most of the zombies behind them, as they moved at an angle back towards Valhalla.  The zombies fell in line behind the duo.  Beau realized that they weren’t really opening the distance.  If anything, the zombies were slowly catching them.  Fuck!  His leg hurt.
    “Hey kid,” he said as the kid dragged him along.  “Why’d you do that?  Why didn’t you just run?”
    The kid was breathing heavily from dragging Beau’s gimpy ass.
    “I don’t know,” he panted.  “I guess that’s what you’re supposed to do right?  I mean, you was in the Legion wasn’t you?  You don’t leave a buddy behind and all that right?”
    “Yeah,” he said as his hand tightened on his pistol.  “You’re right.”
    Then he shot the kid in the stomach.  The kid fell to the ground, clutching his stomach.  He pulled Beau to the ground as he did. Beau got to his feet, limping away from the now bleeding kid.
    “Now, you get to cover my retreat,” he quipped over his shoulder.  “Thanks kid.”
    His mind hardly had time to register the sound of the .357 revolver before the magnum bullet ripped through his back and lung.  His pistol fell from his hand as he clutched at the 3 inch hole above his left nipple.  His knees buckled.  He fell face first into the dirt, coughing up pink froth.  Karma stuck it to him one last time, as he was still alive as the first zombie began to feed upon him.
     
    Valhalla
    Jackie fought back another wave of nausea as the teenager thrust inside of her.  His breathing quickened, as he arched and thrust harder and faster.  She prayed he was almost finished.
    The teen was probably a few years younger than her, maybe 16.  He was a black kid with a row of gold teeth across the front of his smile.  His breath was horrid.  She couldn’t help but think that he hadn’t brushed those gold teeth since the first zombies had shown up.
    She gagged again.  He was the fourth “visitor” she’d had since she arrived in what she’d come to believe was hell.  The first had been the one they called Thor.  A sting of pain shot through her cheek where he had hit her.
    During that first visit, he had explained to her what he expected of her.
    “Just in case you think about it, you are never getting out of here,” he told her.
    “You live at the pleasure of me and my staff,” he said later.  “If for any reason I decide you aren’t earning your keep, you’re dead.”
    Without another word, he pulled her shirt over her head.  She had wanted to hit him, but knew better.  This apparently was what he expected of her.  He simply pointed at her pants, waving his hand.  She did as she was ordered.
    She tried to forget the rest of his first visit.  She remembered crying for a long time after he left.  She felt anger, dirty, hopeless, and nauseous.   She thought she was through the nausea, until the next visitor showed up.
    Now, in the middle of her fourth rape in two days, she realized the nausea would never go away.  It was at that point, as the kid with the bad breath was finishing, that she decided she was not going to take it anymore.
    He rolled off of her, still panting.
    “Get up and get my pants bitch,” he barked at her.
    She could feel the tears welling up as she stood up, clutching the blanket over her naked body as she did.
    “What, I can’t look now?