Fall of the Mortals (Book 1) by Ken Bush Read Free Book Online Page A

anger.
    “We have one option,” said Yuri.
    “I’m all ears,” replied Shaun.
    “I notice small room back at basement pharmacy,” said Yuri. “It have strong metal door.”
    “Are you saying we should hide in there overnight?” asked Thai. “With no protection?”
    “You have better idea?” asked Yuri.
    “We don’t have a choice,” said Shaun, speeding back to the hospital.
    “Can we talk about this for a moment?” asked Thai.
    “What’s the problem, Thai?” asked Shaun.
    “I’m a little nervous here. A little claustrophobic too,” he replied.
    “We’re out of options, Thai,” said Shaun.
    “What if the door doesn’t hold? What if they rip it down and kill us? What
     If—”
    “—Then we die!” hollered Shaun.
    The three of them went silent.
    “You’re spending the night in a confined space with two other grown men. It will be dark. They will try to kill us. Do you understand?” said Shaun giving Thai a glaring stare.
    “Yeah. I get it,” Thai replied calmly.
    “Good,” said Shaun.
    The Ferrari pulled back into the Silver Lake Hospital parking lot. The three of them hopped out and rushed to the entrance.
    “I hope they don’t trash the car,” said Shaun.
    The sun was barely peeking over the horizon. They had minutes to get into the building and find a stronghold. 
     
    ***
     
    In the basement, Yuri led them to a storage room. It was medium sized with one window with blinds. There were some boxes on a shelf with medical and office supplies along with blankets and bottles of water.
    “Here it is. Quickly, get inside,” said Yuri.
    The three of them got into the storage room. Yuri closed the door. They laid a metal beam across the mid-section of the door to reinforce the lock. Shaun noticed the ceiling light.
    “Get the light,” said Shaun.
    Thai flicked the switch. They were in the dark.
     
    ***
     
    Outside, the last glimmer of sun fell behind the horizon. It was nighttime in Los Angeles. The howls from street level began as usual. Legions of vampires flew out of their dark resting places. They filled the air and were innumerable.
     
    ***
     
    Harold and the others hunkered down in their blankets. The lights were off. They were full of fear. A large swarm of vampires flew around the windows. Damien came up to the window.
    “You can’t hide in their forever,” said Damien in a scary voice. “Your blood belongs to me.”
    Harold and the others stayed down under the blankets. Several vampires came up to the windows gnashing their teeth at them through the blinds. They shouted, “ Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood !” in unison repeatedly.
    “Don’t listen to them!” Harold shouted.
    They tried smothering his ears under the blankets. It was no use. The vampire chanting continued. It was as if they determined to drive Harold and the others crazy by their chanting. It continued for several minutes.
    “Do something!” hollered Betty. “Make them go away!”
    Harold got up. He looked around. Vampires were at every window shouting, “Blood! Blood!” 
    “Trang. Come with me,” said Harold.
    He got up and followed Harold.
    “Where going?” asked Trang.
    “We’re gonna get rid of these bastards,” answered Harold.
    Betty was scared. She got up and rushed after Harold.
    “What are you doing?” she asked.
    “You want ’em gone? I’m gonna make ’em gone,” said Harold. “I’m going to Yuri’s lab. Be right back.”
    She looked at the vampires plastered on the windows. They were all over, yelling at them. She rushed to the windows.
    “Just get out of here, all of you!” she shouted.
    “C’m ’ere, lady,” a vampire sneered. “Come closer.”
    “Yeah. Stick your hand out the window,” another said.
    Betty stood trembling in fear, staring at them. The vampires scared her. 
    “Don’t just stand there, come closer to us,” another taunted her.
    “Your blood smells delicious,” another said.
    “Fresh!” another hollered.
    “Harold!” Betty