Omega Pathogen: Mayhem by J.G. Hicks Jr Read Free Book Online Page B

the MRAP. Looking and listening for any possible danger, he makes his way back toward the armored vehicle again, closer this time.
    Pausing and squatting to look under vehicles in the area, and to peer inside the hospital entrance for threats, he sees nothing under the vehicles throughout the parking area. He’s unable to see into the hospital entrance beyond about ten feet, due to complete ink-like blackness.
    Jim rises slowly to a crouch, moves his AR-15 around to his back, and begins to move forward toward the MRAP, doing his best not to have tunnel vision for his prize; he knows that someone or something is inside.
    Finally, he reaches the rear of the MRAP. The double vertical doors to the rear compartment are open. Jim takes some slow, deep breaths to steady himself. He already has the Halligan bar in a ready position, with the spike section ready to meet any threat, not unlike a batter ready to swing. Easing slowly toward the edge of the left of the open doors, he sees two figures lying on the floor of the MRAP. Not being noticed by the occupants, Jim stares harder to ascertain if both are alive.
    He knows from the movement he heard just a few moments ago that at least one is alive. Neither appears to be armed, and both are wearing hospital scrubs. Jim notices that there are various types of SWAT equipment mounted throughout the rear section of the MRAP. The items range from semi-automatic rifles and shotguns, to grenade launchers, likely used for some sort of teargas.
    Deciding he’s too close to turn back now, Jim issues a ‘pssst’ noise he hopes is only loud enough for the two occupants in the armored vehicle. His question of whether both of the figures wearing scrubs are alive is answered immediately as they bolt upright to a sitting position.
    Both are male; they look confused for a brief moment as they look for the source of the noise. They don’t take long to find it, locking their eyes on Jim and issuing a low growl. Their maws increase salivating. The scrub wearing infected jump to their feet and quickly move towards him as Jim hastily backs up. With most of his focus on the immediate threat in front, he does his best to try and look for any others coming from the vicinity.
    Stopping about ten feet from the rear of the MRAP, Jim stands at the ready. Unfortunately, both of the infected exit at the same time and are side-by-side as they quickly approach him.
    Jim changes the position of the Halligan bar, and jabs the attacker on the left as hard as he can in the face. The infected that just had his nose broken, and several teeth removed from his upper and lower jaw, stumbles backward and then falls to the pavement. As soon as Jim sees the one he jabbed in the face falter backwards, he doesn’t wait for it to fall before he repositions the Halligan tool and swings it like a bat.
    With the tapered pick-end leading the way, the tool impacts the second infected man in the left temple, and penetrates six inches, nearly up to the wedge. Falling to the right, the Halligan is pulled along with its victim’s momentum for a second, before it’s pulled free with sucking and a slight crunching noise, as the fragments of skull are again displaced by the spike’s exit. From the one now on the pavement with a hole in its left temple, Jim quickly shifts his focus to the first infected with the rearranged nose and removed teeth.
    The first of the infected is just getting to a crouching position; Jim swings the Halligan down on top of its head, ending its momentum and releasing its bowels. The infected falls face-first to the pavement, further rearranging its face.
    Quickly looking around for more infected that may have heard any noise of the encounter, Jim wipes off the bloodied end of the Halligan bar on the infected that received the spike through his head.
    Jim checks the interior of the MRAP from the rear entrance. Seeing no more occupants, he closes the doors as quietly as possible. He swiftly moves around the