Omega Virus (Book 1): Beta Hour by Jake A. Strife Read Free Book Online

trip.”
    Tiffany
snapped in her seatbelt and cursed. Wesley geared into reverse and stomped on
the gas. The SUV became a Corpse-smashing machine. He spun the wheel, hollering
like a howler monkey.
    I
held on for dear life as the vehicle went in tight donuts, sending
indistinguishable body parts flying. I slammed into the opposite side, and my
legs flew over my head. As I landed on the floor, my weapons bounced away.
Wesley continued spinning the wheel round and round. More than once we went on
two tires and nearly flipped. An agonizing minute later the ride came to a
complete stop.
    “Are
you done?” I asked, swallowing down vomit.
    “Yeah.
He’s done.” Tiffany sighed.
    Wesley
laughed, and I pulled myself into the seat. The gore-covered windows blocked
all lines of sight.
    Wesley
smacked the steering wheel. “That was a hoot!”
    “For
you maybe,” I muttered as everything spun.
    “Won’t
do it again. I promise, Mr. Mastiff.”
    I
held my head. “Oh please, by all means.”
    I
kicked open the door and blew chunks, furthering the mess.
    “What
kind of stunt was that, dumbass?” Tiffany snapped.
    “What
stunt?” Wesley cocked his head. “I’m showing you noobs how to kill zombies!”
    “No!
You tricked me into wasting my ammo so I wouldn’t shoot your sorry ass!” She
punched his shoulder repeatedly. Wesley took each hit with a chuckle.
    “We'll
deal with your crap later,” Tiffany said. “The only reason I didn’t blow your
brains out is because we need you and your stupid skills.”
    “And
my hat! Always need my Zombie Killing Hat. It’s the source of my skills.
Remember that, children.”
    To
Wesley, the world had become a game, a wild, insane, game.
    “I’m
going to burn that hat. The first chance I get.” Tiffany grumbled.
    Wesley
grabbed his fedora. “Don’t! She’s my baby!”
    “It’s
a she?” I sighed. “Of course, just like a car or boat.”
    “Sexist bullcrap ,” Tiffany said.
    Wesley
asked. “Get over yourself. Political correctness went out the window just now.”
    Tiffany
huffed, then peered out the front window.
    “Do
you see something?” I asked.
    “More
of them. We need to close the gate.”
    In
response, Wesley stomped on the gas. The SUV lurched, slamming me back. We flew
over several Corpses and slid outside. Idling again, he threw open the door and
jumped out.
    I
leaned forward. “What’s he doing?”
    “How
should I know?” Tiffany leaned her head against the window.
    Wesley
approached a small silver box on the wall and pried it open. He did some
fiddling, and the gate lowered with a loud electrical hum.
    With
the garage secure, he came back, slashing a few Corpses on the way.
    Wesley
looked over his shoulder. “Hey, Frank!”
    “Zach!”
I said. “My name is Zach!”
    “Yeah,
Jack, whatever--” Wesley waved his hand.
    “Zach!”
    He
cleared his throat. “Anyway, there should be a radio in the back seat. I saw it
fly back there.”
    I
looked around and felt under the seat and found the handheld receiver.
    “This?”
I held it up.
    “Yes.”
He snatched it and tossed it into the air.
    Tiffany
snapped it out of the air and turned it over in her hands.
    “It’s
linked to the security desk,” Wesley said. “Each employee with a car was given
one. We radio the desk, and they open the garage with the security console, you
know when we were doing overtime. But it only links to this building.”
    “We’re
really going somewhere?” I asked.
    “Yeah,
the 7n20.” Wesley named the local department store.
    “Why?”
    “Supplies
of course.” He murmured. “And to show you guys the way of the world.”
    “Huh?”
I asked.
    A
smile hit the corner of his lips. “Never mind, I just need a new high score.”
    The
idiot would doom us all for a few points.
    Tiffany
handed me the radio. “Tell the others.”
    “R-right,”
I held the button. “Hey. It’s me, Zach.”
    A
moment later, Jeff spoke. “Jessie was worried sick! We watched you guys walk
into