The Regulators - 02 by Michael Clary Read Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Michael Clary
problem was that Kingsley might
have been hurt, or worse. Regardless, if he had been able, he would have
cleared me a path. My retreat was now lacking a safe exit, so I was hacking
every shambler that got in my way. I think I brought down at least five of
them. I just remember goo dripping down my blade and onto my gloved hands. I
squeezed the handle as tight as possible to keep from losing the weapon.
When I finally reached Kingsley’s hiding place, I couldn’t
even find him. I did a real quick search under and between the cars and was
about to give up due to my pursuers, when the door of one of the vehicles
opened and he stepped out.
His eyes were giant orbs of fear as he looked over my
shoulder.
“You led them right to us,” he managed to stammer.
I turned and followed his gaze. The parking lot was worse
than I had realized. It was flooded with the undead, and all of those zombies
were headed right for us.
“Move,” I shouted out.
I grabbed Kingsley by his weapon strap and began to run. At
first I had no idea where I was going to go, but then my brain began
functioning once again and I headed us towards Javie’s direction in the hopes
that after Georgie picked him up, we would be able to catch him on the way to
our appointed spot.
Of course, if I was wrong and they were somehow delayed, we
would probably be swamped and eaten. Not a great thought.
Behind us, the situation was pretty grave. The mass of
undead were rapidly gaining on us. Kingsley just wasn’t a fast runner. I could
hear him huffing and puffing behind me as I dragged him along.
I could have ditched him, but that’s not my style. I’m a
Regulator. If my fellow Regulator goes down, I’m going down with him, and I’m
going to fight until the bitter end. I could feel my mp7 bouncing about on my
chest. I wondered briefly if I should drop the machete and grab the rifle. I
had just enough time to consider how much ammo was left in the weapon when I
saw the lights of the Jeep turn a corner and head our way.
I poured on the speed.
“Let go of me,” Kingsley growled as he slapped my hand away
from him.
I dove into the back of the Jeep as Georgie came to a screeching
halt. Kingsley was suddenly on top of me. I felt the air leave my lungs as his
weight slammed against me. Kingsley is a big, big boy. My face was buried in
the fabric of the backseat and I had to fight to lift my head.
I wasn’t happy with the view.
Standing there in the glare of the headlights were the
snarling and decaying faces of a couple hundred zombies.
Georgie and Javie looked like they were about to piss
themselves. Kingsley and I already had. We knew this situation from before.
They might be temporarily confused, but it wasn’t going to last long and then
they were going to charge.
“Kingsley,” I said. “Get your legs inside the Jeep. Georgie
hit the top.”
Georgie was frozen solid. I can’t blame the guy. He wasn’t
exactly an old hat at this game. Especially since his candy ass never left the
Safe Zone.
I had only a few moments to act.
Slowly, just as slowly as possible, I leaned forward to
reach the lever on the floor of the Jeep next to the four wheel drive stick.
I couldn’t reach.
I shifted my legs just a little bit in order to get a better
angle. I was using Kingsley’s shoulder to hold myself steady. I ended up
over-reaching and my mp7 clattered on the floor of the Jeep just as I lowered
myself beneath the dash.
The sound was rather loud.
I heard the scream, but I wasn’t sure if it was coming from
Georgie or one of the shamblers. All I knew was that I needed to hit that lever
or we were all going to end up a bowel movement from an undead stomach.
“ Lovely .”
Not really.
I heard the first of them slam into the hood of the Jeep. I
couldn’t resist, I raised my head above the dashboard. Through the glass of the
windshield, I was face to face with a member of the undead club.
It’s actually a pretty horrible sight when you’re that
have been hurt, or worse. Regardless, if he had been able, he would have
cleared me a path. My retreat was now lacking a safe exit, so I was hacking
every shambler that got in my way. I think I brought down at least five of
them. I just remember goo dripping down my blade and onto my gloved hands. I
squeezed the handle as tight as possible to keep from losing the weapon.
When I finally reached Kingsley’s hiding place, I couldn’t
even find him. I did a real quick search under and between the cars and was
about to give up due to my pursuers, when the door of one of the vehicles
opened and he stepped out.
His eyes were giant orbs of fear as he looked over my
shoulder.
“You led them right to us,” he managed to stammer.
I turned and followed his gaze. The parking lot was worse
than I had realized. It was flooded with the undead, and all of those zombies
were headed right for us.
“Move,” I shouted out.
I grabbed Kingsley by his weapon strap and began to run. At
first I had no idea where I was going to go, but then my brain began
functioning once again and I headed us towards Javie’s direction in the hopes
that after Georgie picked him up, we would be able to catch him on the way to
our appointed spot.
Of course, if I was wrong and they were somehow delayed, we
would probably be swamped and eaten. Not a great thought.
Behind us, the situation was pretty grave. The mass of
undead were rapidly gaining on us. Kingsley just wasn’t a fast runner. I could
hear him huffing and puffing behind me as I dragged him along.
I could have ditched him, but that’s not my style. I’m a
Regulator. If my fellow Regulator goes down, I’m going down with him, and I’m
going to fight until the bitter end. I could feel my mp7 bouncing about on my
chest. I wondered briefly if I should drop the machete and grab the rifle. I
had just enough time to consider how much ammo was left in the weapon when I
saw the lights of the Jeep turn a corner and head our way.
I poured on the speed.
“Let go of me,” Kingsley growled as he slapped my hand away
from him.
I dove into the back of the Jeep as Georgie came to a screeching
halt. Kingsley was suddenly on top of me. I felt the air leave my lungs as his
weight slammed against me. Kingsley is a big, big boy. My face was buried in
the fabric of the backseat and I had to fight to lift my head.
I wasn’t happy with the view.
Standing there in the glare of the headlights were the
snarling and decaying faces of a couple hundred zombies.
Georgie and Javie looked like they were about to piss
themselves. Kingsley and I already had. We knew this situation from before.
They might be temporarily confused, but it wasn’t going to last long and then
they were going to charge.
“Kingsley,” I said. “Get your legs inside the Jeep. Georgie
hit the top.”
Georgie was frozen solid. I can’t blame the guy. He wasn’t
exactly an old hat at this game. Especially since his candy ass never left the
Safe Zone.
I had only a few moments to act.
Slowly, just as slowly as possible, I leaned forward to
reach the lever on the floor of the Jeep next to the four wheel drive stick.
I couldn’t reach.
I shifted my legs just a little bit in order to get a better
angle. I was using Kingsley’s shoulder to hold myself steady. I ended up
over-reaching and my mp7 clattered on the floor of the Jeep just as I lowered
myself beneath the dash.
The sound was rather loud.
I heard the scream, but I wasn’t sure if it was coming from
Georgie or one of the shamblers. All I knew was that I needed to hit that lever
or we were all going to end up a bowel movement from an undead stomach.
“ Lovely .”
Not really.
I heard the first of them slam into the hood of the Jeep. I
couldn’t resist, I raised my head above the dashboard. Through the glass of the
windshield, I was face to face with a member of the undead club.
It’s actually a pretty horrible sight when you’re that