The Dead War Series (Book 1): Good Intentions by D.N. Simmons Read Free Book Online Page A

ran towards them, leaping into the air and landing on one of the guards. The man screamed as the ape bit into his shoulder, taking a huge chunk of flesh and muscle. The officer fell against the wall and slid to the floor as the animal began devouring him as he lay there, helpless.
    Vincent watched in horror as the last security guard ran away, down the hall. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The guards had put enough bullets into the ape to kill a wild elephant, yet the ape seemed unaffected.
    The sound of glass falling on the floor drew his attention towards the now shattered observatory window.
    “Oh my God!” he gasped when he saw Philip's half mutilated corpse climbing through the broken glass window. One of his legs had been ripped off and the white bone was exposed surrounded by bloody tissue and cartilage. Then the once deceased security chief sat up and both sets of their lifeless, cold, black eyes stared directly at Vincent.
    The chief sprung to his feet and ran toward Vincent with a wild look in his piercing gaze. Vincent had all but a half a second to gather himself enough to run like hell down the hallway towards the emergency stairwell. He flung the door open and raced down the stairs leaping four to five steps at a time. He didn’t bother to turn around to see if the dead security chief was still behind him, he didn’t need to. He could hear him coming closer.
    “Run!!!” Vincent screamed as he pushed past co-workers in the stairwell who appeared to be unaware of the danger. Vincent didn't stop to see if anyone took heed to his warning. He could hear the screams of the terrified individuals as he made his decent. Once Vincent reached the bottom level, he slammed through the door, knocking down his director, Steve. The coffee the man had been carrying went one way and the man went the other.
    “What the hell?” Steve looked at his breakfast as it fell out of the bag. “Vincent what’s going on?” he asked.
    “Run!” Vincent yelled at the man over his shoulder. He didn’t stop running until he got to his car. Frantically, he searched for his keys only to realize he’d left them and his wallet in his jacket which was still in his locker. He turned toward his boss who was making his way over to him.
    “Where’s your car?”
    “What the hell is going on?” Steve asked again.
    Just then another employee came bursting through the back stairwell covered in blood as it poured from her open neck and arm wounds. With the same glazed, wild look in her eyes, she focused on the two men and ran toward them.
    “Fuck! Run!” Vincent yelled as he took his own advice.
    His feet hit the pavement as fast as a piston putting as much distance between him and SciTech as he could. He needed a car. He needed to get to his fiancée. He needed to figure out just what the hell was going on. Several blocks away, he caught himself on a traffic light. He snatched the helmet of his bio-suit off, dropping it as he doubled over and struggled to catch his breath. His heart raced so fast, he doubted if it would ever slow down. His head throbbed and the nausea he’d been fighting for the past several minutes finally won out. His stomach lurched and everything he’d had that morning and the night before reintroduced itself before spilling out on the pavement before him. Someone walked over to him, seeing him covered in his protective gear.
    “Hey, are you okay, buddy?” the stranger asked from a safe distance away. “Do you want me to call an ambulance?”
    Vincent spit the last of the bile onto the puddle before him and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked up at the man and nodded. “I need you to call the police, tell them there’s been a chemical outbreak at SciTech Labs and they have to contain the facility immediately.”
    “Oh shit!” the stranger said, pulling out his cell phone and fumbling to flip it open. He also made sure to put even more distance between himself and the sick man wearing