Suicide Run (The Infected Book 5) by Justin Gowland Read Free Book Online Page A

came in and jumped up onto the bed beside him.
    “Well, go on then!” He said, closing his eyes.
    “Go on, what?” I said.
    “Go and talk to Amy. You know, for being the smarter of the two of us you can be rally thick sometimes.”
    I stood up and headed toward the toilets. I stopped at the door and listened. Inside, I could hear her quiet sobs.
    I lightly tapped on the door and said “Amy!”
    “Fuck off, Marc, I’m not ready to talk you yet.” Can the muffled shout.
    “Amy, I want to say……”
    “Fuck off!” She shouted, followed by a thud against the door.
    I could imagine her throwing her boot at the door. I headed back to the bed and sat down.
    “Fuck’d up again?” Chris said with a small laugh.
    ‘Pretty much.’ I thought and sat watching the toilets for Amy to come out.
    After a while my stomach rumbled and I grabbed my rucksack and pulled out some MRE’s and bottled water.
    “Chris?” I said.
    “Hmmmm?”
    “You hungry, mate?” I asked.
    “You know me, bud. I’m always hungry.”
    “Can you go ask Amy if she wants anything?”
    “Really, you that scared of her?” He said laughing.
    “Wouldn’t you be?” I said.
    He thought about it and sat up to look at me and said “Mate, I would sleep with my boots on if I were you. Because if she comes for you whilst you sleep, you might have a chance of running away.”
    “Funny fucker!” I said.
    He climbed off the bed and gave Spirit a stroke and headed toward the toilet.
    “Anything else you want me to ask her while I am being messenger boy?” He said.
    “Since when did you become the fucking comedian?” I shouted.
    “Just now!” He said, flipping me the middle finger and then pushing open the door and walked into the toilets.
    I sat there watching the door and waiting for it to open. Nothing happened for a good ten minutes and then it opened and Chris walked out. My head whipped around to look at him but all he would do was shake his head. I looked down at my feet and felt so rejected. Could she not see that everything I had ever done was for the good of our group? Chris sat down on the bed opposite me and didn’t say a word.
    “That bad, huh?” I asked.
    He looked toward the door and then back at me before saying “You do realize that she is head over heels in love with you?”
    I looked at me feet “Yeah, I had a feeling. But I had to try and do this. If Benton ever found us, it would be a nightmare.”
    Chris swung his legs up onto the bed and said “Look, I know why you did it and I even agree with us having to deal with Benton. But to run off by yourself in the middle of the night, Marc, even for you, that is a stupid plan. You have friends and a group of people who rely on you and us to keep them safe and secure.”
    Standing up, I looked toward the toilet door and then started walking toward it.
    “I wouldn’t if I were you.” Chris called after me.
    This time it was me who gave the middle finger. I pushed the door open and walked in. Amy was standing near the rear of the room with her arms crossed under her breasts. She looked up and shook her head.
    “Get out of here, Marc. I am not in the best of moods with y…..”
    She never got to finish that sentence because I had locked my lips on hers and pulled her into my arms. I could feel her hands beating against my chest and her struggling to get free.
    Our heads came apart and she started “Get off, you sel….”
    Again I kissed her and this time the hands beating on my chest weren’t as hard and she didn’t struggle as much. I needed some air and pulled back slightly and Amy said “You fucking bast….”
    As you guessed it, another kiss. This time her mouth parted and the kiss became the start of something else. The love we made on the toilet floor was full of heat and passion. There were several times when Amy would either cry or lash out, but we both knew that neither of us were actually angry at the other. We lay there on the floor tangled in our discarded