Nadya's Nights: Road to Vengeance by Indy McDaniel Read Free Book Online Page A

she caught a break or got killed.
     
    Confusion filled Nadya’s face when the tentacles stopped and she paused to see what the monster was doing.  Realization hit her when she saw it had herded her around behind it and was now stretching what remained of its form across the length of the room, trapping her inside and severely limiting the amount of space she had to dodge its attacks.
     
    “Fuck your mother…” Nadya muttered in exasperation.  She glanced behind her and saw a set of three windows in the wall leading out onto the street.  They were big enough to jump through but she wasn’t looking forward to a two-story fall.  She turned back to the monster and absently felt along her body, trying to find any neglected weapons.  She’d dropped the knife after smashing the hairspray tip.  Her hand fell across a string of roundish items and she looked down.
     
    The bandolier of grenades.
     
    She’d forgotten all about them.
     
    A wide grin crossed her face and she pulled the bandolier off.  It looks as if I’ll be making that jump after all.  She just hoped there was something relatively softer than a brick road to break her fall.
     
    The creature slowly came towards her, apparently deciding to trap her as much as possible and then either pummel her to death or maybe just chomp through her.
     
    Like hell , Nadya thought, lifting the bandolier of grenades up.  “Hey, Billy!  Know what these are?”
     
    She brought one of the grenades to her mouth and clenched its pin between her teeth.  She yanked the pin clear and spit it to the side.
     
    “Fuck you, Jelly Boy!” she yelled before hurling the bandolier at the creature.  Like everything else, it struck, stuck, and sunk in.
     
    Knowing that once the first grenade went it would trigger the others and probably bring the whole building down, Nadya had little time.  Pushing all fear of heights and worry of smashing her skull on the road out of her, she turned and ran towards the center window.
     
    Leaping into the air, she brought her knees up to her chest and covered her face with her arms.  She hit the glass and smashed through, some shards cutting into her.
     
    Then she was out of the building.
     
    Behind her, the creature let out a final bellow of rage before the first grenade blew.  The building shuddered and another large chunk of the creature splattered against the wall.  Moments later, the other grenades went.  A fireball burst from the windows just behind Nadya.  The force of the explosion sent her flying even further from the building.                Her body spun in the air and as she came down she landed flat on her back on the hood of a parked car on the other side of the street.
     
    Pain shot up her back and her breath was knocked away.  Then she bounced up off the hood and the next thing she knew she was doing a face plant onto the sidewalk.  She lay there, groaning and listening to the collapsing building on the other side of the street.
     
    Finally, after Nadya decided she wasn’t dead yet, she pushed herself up.  She leaned against the car for stability.  Once she’d recovered a bit more, she found a decent sized rock and smashed the driver side window in.  She unlocked the door and slid into the seat.  In a minute or two, the car roared to life and she put it into gear and pulled out onto the road.
     
    Driving away from the burning building, Nadya took a look in the rear view mirror to make sure no pissed off amorphous blobs were chasing after her.  When none did, she glanced at herself in the mirror.  She had a cut along her forehead, shallow though.  It probably wouldn’t leave much of a scar.  The worrying thing was her complexion.
     
    Deathly pale.
     
    She looked down at her gunshot wound and saw that her shirt and jacket were soaked in blood.  Her blood.
     
    Using her knee to steer, Nadya fished her cell phone out of her pocket and dialed a number she knew by heart.  She held it to her