The Bunker (The Infected Series Book 2) by Justin Gowland Read Free Book Online Page B

more than two miles when I had to get Chris to stop. Opening my door I nearly fell on to the tarmac. Scrambling away from the A.P.C I bent over and threw up everything that I had ate that morning. The dreaded headache gnome had moved to my stomach started pushing all the food and bile out of my mouth. I slowly stood and staggered back to the A.P.C. A moan came from behind me, spinning round I watched as a male infected stumbled out of the bushes beside the road.
    Raising my rifle I took aim, “Don’t shoot it.” Chris cried from behind me.
    “What the fuck mate?” I said.
    “Let’s see what happens I need a good laugh.”
    “Eh?”
    I watched as the infected staggered out over the road and it was doing ok until its bare shredded feet hit my pile of bile and food. That’s when gravity decided to have some fun. The infected slipped and fell face first into the vomit with a loud crack. Chris burst out laughing at the infected rolling around in my vomit. I had to admit watching it fall face first into my left overs was quite funny, but it was also a sad thing to watch. From the looks of what was left of the infected. I would have said he was some sort of farm worker or even a farmer. But the infection had got him and now he was just rotting skin on bone. I fired a single shot which entered the top of his head, smashing it into the floor and mixing the blood and green slime with my vomit. Shaking my head I climbed back into the A.P.C and we continued toward Thirsk and the survivors. Travelling the same route back we made better time because we had clear the road getting to the bunker in the first place. We still couldn’t do more than thirty miles an hour but it was a good day to be outside. We ran into a couple of small bands of infected and when I say ran into them I mean we actually ran them over. The thing that was disturbing me the most was that every time an infected got squashed Chris would laugh.
    He was starting to worry me. We made better time than I thought and we got to the service station just as light started to fade. Camping out inside the A.P.C so close to where we had the fight with the bikers was slightly off putting, but I also knew that when the doors were locked nothing was going to get inside to get us short of a R.P.G (Rocket Propelled Grenade). We stopped a short distance from the pumps just in case something happened. I stretched out in the back and settled down.
    “You think we’ll save them?” Chris said from the driver’s seat.
    “To be honest I don’t know. We haven’t got a clue how many infected there are, or if they had managed to get them whilst we’ve been driving up here.” I replied.
    “But do you think we stand a chance?”
    “I have a plan but it all hangs on how many infected are there and where they are in regards the exits. We should know more by tomorrow.” I said.
    “Marc I’m sorry for worrying you today.” He said yawning.
    “It’s ok mate. We all deal with things in different ways, but it’s good that you knew it was worrying me.” I said.
    I didn’t get a reply but a snore from the driver’s seat. Shaking my head and smiling I pulled the sleeping bag up and closed my eyes.
    Strong daylight was the first thing I felt and saw the following morning. I opened my eyes and moved in my sleeping bag to see the familiar roof of the A.P.C above me. What must have woke me was the fact that we were moving. The sway of the A.P.C must have woke me. Struggling from my bag I stood and looked out the windscreen. I saw a sign for Caterrick go by and wondered how long we had been on the road for, or how long I had slept for that matter.
    “Where the fuck are we Chris?” I asked.
    “Oh, morning Marc. I started to drive when I woke, I didn’t think you would mind. You were dead to the world, excuse the pun.”
    “Chris you haven’t said where we are?”
    “Oh shit, sorry. We are about fifteen miles from Thirsk. We should be on the outskirts in about an hour and a half