The Early Days Trilogy: The Necrose Series Books 1-3

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by Tim Moon




  The Early Days Trilogy

  Necrose Series Books 1-3

  Tim Moon

  Beast Mountain LLC

  Copyright © 2019 Tim Moon

  All rights reserved.

  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, products, and events are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead (or undead), is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. Furthermore, the inclusion of zombies renders any resemblance to reality invalid.

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  Contents

  Dead Apocalypse

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Dead Horde

  Prologue

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Chapter 64

  Dead Evolution

  Chapter 65

  Chapter 66

  Chapter 67

  Chapter 68

  Chapter 69

  Chapter 70

  Chapter 71

  Chapter 72

  Chapter 73

  Chapter 74

  Chapter 75

  Chapter 76

  Chapter 77

  Chapter 78

  Chapter 79

  Chapter 80

  Chapter 81

  Chapter 82

  Chapter 83

  Chapter 84

  Chapter 85

  Chapter 86

  Chapter 87

  Chapter 88

  Chapter 89

  Chapter 90

  Chapter 91

  Chapter 92

  Chapter 93

  Chapter 94

  Chapter 95

  Chapter 96

  Chapter 97

  Chapter 98

  Chapter 99

  Chapter 100

  Thank You

  Also by Tim Moon

  About the Author

  To my mom and my loving wife.

  You two are amazing.

  Dead Apocalypse

  Necrose Series Book One

  Prologue

  October 7 | Undisclosed Location | 1600 Hours

  To: [email protected]

  From: [email protected]

  Subject: [SECURE] Operation Rainfall

  COMMENCE OPERATION RAINFALL Phase I on 7 October at 2000. Commence Phase II on 8 October at 0600.

  October 8 | Shanghai, China | 0605 Hours

  A DRONING ROAR, like that of a small jet, cut through the usual background noise of cars, street vendors, and conversation. It piqued Darius Johnson’s attention as he walked along the crowded sidewalk.

  The roar grew until a shadow passed over him, and people all around stopped and pointed. Darius shielded his eyes from the morning sun and saw what he thought might be a miniature, gray stealth fighter streaked by overhead.

  It flew down several blocks, rose above the buildings in a steep ascent, and veered off to the right, trailing an obscene amount of mist.

  The sky dimmed slightly as the mist spread like fog throughout the neighborhood. Looking to his left and right, Darius saw that even the side streets were hazy. He buried his nose and mouth in his elbow and continued walking.

  Still new to China, he had no idea what they might be spraying in the city or if this was a regular occurrence. Regardless, he couldn’t imagine it was healthy to breathe.

  Darius walked quickly until he reached his usual shortcut to the factory. Thankfully, the air here was slightly less foggy. Maybe he could just hurry and the next street would have clear air again.

  Halfway down the alley, trash flowed out of a dumpster and cascaded into the walkway up ahead. Amid the garbage, Darius thought he saw two feet poking out at odd angles.

  Weird stuff was a given, but this was on a whole other level of weird, even for China.

  China’s oddities usually drew him in. Walking through street markets, Darius constantly did wide-eyed double takes at strange food, like starfish or tarantulas roasted on a stick, and shops filled with desiccated animal parts. It was just one of the things he loved about living in Shanghai. However, this was no market, and those feet were making him uneasy.

  As he walked closer, Darius was enveloped in a powerful odor, as if he’d passed through an invisible barrier. Experience had taught him that this kind of stench would cling stubbornly to his clothing. The city was full of noxious smells, hence the tiny bottle of generic Febreeze in his briefcase. Even after nine months, Darius still found his nose under assault by new and seemingly more pungent odors. But something about this was different, unsettling.

  His senses heightened, and his neck hair tingled. As he walked closer, he realized that the feet came with a body attached.

  Darius had seen stab wounds and bullet holes plenty of times while growing up in Chicago, but this guy looked like he came from the set of an alien horror movie.

  “Goddamn.” Darius jumped back a step and slipped on some trash. His briefcase clattered to the pavement as he nearly fell over in his attempt to get away.

  Lying amid the trash bags, the man’s abdomen was torn open, and his innards were spilled on the ground. Blood slowly dripped from the ragged wound into a still-wet puddle beside his body. The body was contorted, and the awkward angle of his legs made it look like he’d been pushing himself backwards.

  As horrifying as the body was, it was the man’s face that held Darius mesmerized. The man’s eyes were open wide, terrified and frozen, joining his mouth in an agonizing scream. Tears stained his pale cheeks. His face was dappled with crimson droplets, and a thick ribbon of blood trailed out of the corner of his mouth.

  For the last four months, Darius had walked down this alley twice a week on hi
s way to and from the factories where he did quality control for his wrist watch business. Sometimes he encountered stray chickens. Other times, he’d seen a stray dog scrounging for food or an old lady collecting cardboard to sell. But never before had he seen a body.

  Darius was not even sure what to do. He wondered briefly if he should keep walking and pretend he’d never noticed the body. If confronted about it, he could always claim he was playing with his phone and didn’t notice the guy.

  He wasn’t comfortable around police in the U.S., much less Chinese police officers, and wasn’t sure how they’d respond to a foreigner reporting such a violent crime. Darius sure as hell didn’t want this pinned on him. He couldn’t imagine what a Chinese prison would be like and did not want to find out.

  A scream echoed through the alley, snapping Darius from his thoughts. He looked both ways, unsure of where it had come from, thinking that someone must have seen him standing near the body and assumed he was the killer, but no one was around.

  Another scream, this one anguished and filled with fear, bounced off the concrete walls of the buildings towering overhead. This time, Darius could tell it had come from his right. That was the direction he’d been going when he’d been distracted by this horribly mutilated body.

  Though it didn’t make sense to walk toward a scream, Darius glanced at the body again, and decided it was better to walk away from this, no matter what he was going into.

  He took a small measure of comfort from knowing the man in front of him was already dead. Darius could not save him. Still, it felt wrong to leave him like that.

  Suddenly, a horn blared, tires squealed, and a thundering crunch of metal on metal assaulted his ears.

  Darius picked up his briefcase and jogged the rest of the way down the alley to see what had happened.

  This is a shit day.

  Darius emerged from the shadows of the alley and into the sun, it took him a moment to process what lay before him.

  “What the hell?” Darius said, as the image sank in.

  He felt like he was living a nightmare. Darius forced himself to try to wake up, until he realized that he was actually awake.

  This was real.

  Another body was on the sidewalk – a woman this time. She was torn open like a present on Christmas morning. Her right leg twitched uncontrollably. Most of her insides had been scooped out and were splayed on the sidewalk next to her. Drops of blood dotted the sidewalk in the direction of the street.

  Darius’ gaze followed the stains, his eyes coming to a man walking drunkenly toward the street. His forearms glistened with bright red blood that dripped from the tips of his fingers as he walked, leaving the dotted trail behind him.

  Darius knew instinctively that this guy had killed the man in the alley and the woman on the sidewalk.

  Movement beyond the drunk man caught Darius’ attention and he saw what had caused the crashing sound.

  In the street, beyond the small plaza where the woman lay, a man was sandwiched between a small green car and what appeared to be an abandoned car in the middle of the street. Several other cars were also in the street blocking the lane – a couple of them with open doors.

  Tendrils of black smoke curled out from underneath the crumpled hood of the green car, which must have come speeding around the corner too fast to stop at the unexpected barrier. It was bad timing for the man who was now pinned between them.

  He shouted in Mandarin. His voice was pained, and he sobbed between ragged breaths. His eyes rolled in fear, and blood sprayed out of his mouth and trailed down his chin with each word. He clawed at the cars, trying to pull himself free.

  Darius could not understand the words, but he could interpret the urgency that laced the man’s voice. He cringed in empathy but couldn’t help being amazed that the guy was still alive, let alone conscious.

  “This is so messed up,” Darius said to himself. His palms were damp with sweat, and his head felt light.

  No one had emerged from the car, and Darius wondered if they were injured. He quickly glanced around and became very aware of how quiet everything was. Too quiet. Other than the injured man yelling and the shuffling steps of the drunk guy, there were no sounds and no bystanders.

  Where is everyone? he wondered, feeling very alone.

  Shaking away the thought, Darius realized that it didn’t matter. He had to help. He couldn’t stand by and let this inebriated, crazy guy disembowel anyone else.

  Darius raised his briefcase like a shield and charged. He slammed into the drunk, who fell down with a feral growl. Darius stumbled from the impact as his momentum carried him past the fallen man. He tripped on a crack in the sidewalk and scraped his knee on the ground as he fell. He stood and dusted himself off, glaring at the scuff mark on his new pants.

  The sound of a car door opening caught his attention. Darius looked up and saw a woman emerge from the passenger side of the small green car. She glanced at Darius but quickly focused her attention on the struggling man her car had crushed and began talking to him. From her tone of voice and hand gestures, Darius assumed she was trying to calm him down.

  “Call the police! Call for help!” Darius said, not knowing if they understood English.

  The injured man slumped and covered his face with his hands, sobbing. The woman turned and yelled something into the car. A fairly tall man in an expensive looking suit stepped out of the driver’s side. He spoke into his phone with a commanding voice as he walked to the rear of the car and began rummaging through the contents of the trunk.

  Distracted by the people getting out, Darius finally turned to see where the crazy guy was. Rather than spotting the guy he’d knocked over, he was stunned to see the man he’d seen next to the dumpster walking toward him.

  “Oh, God. No fuckin’ way!”

  Dumpster guy stumbled toward Darius with outstretched arms, as if reaching out for help that Darius knew he could not give him. The hole in the man’s abdomen gaped, viscera dangling from the wound like carpet tassels.

  Without warning, Darius heaved and vomited on the sidewalk, a good deal of it splashing back onto his black leather shoes.

  Spitting to clear his mouth, Darius backed away as the once-dead guy continued to approach. There was no way he should be walking. The man’s previously frightened eyes were now as dark as the night sky, holding anger and something Darius could not quite peg. The man’s lips curled back in a snarl, and his teeth gnashed the air. A disturbing growl rumbled from his throat.

  Behind him, Darius heard screaming and yelling.

  Hell no, he thought, This bullshit needs to end.

  He glanced in the direction of the commotion, afraid to take his eyes off of Dumpster for long. The drunken man had made his way toward the guy trapped between the cars, and was almost upon him.

  Darius swung his briefcase at Dumpster, knocking him back, before he turned and ran across the small plaza to the street where the drunk was biting into the shoulder of the poor guy trapped between the cars, like bait.

  The guy wailed pathetically as he tried hopelessly to fend off the attack. The woman swatted and yelled at the assailant for all the good that did.

  Darius ran up and swung at Drunk with his briefcase. The blow landed with a sickening crunch, bending the attacker’s head at an impossible angle toward his shoulder.

  Darius immediately felt horrible. He wasn’t usually a violent person, yet here he was beating people up.

  A strong pull on his collar dragged Darius from his thoughts and threw him off balance. His briefcase clattered to the pavement as he fell to his back and smacked his head on the ground. Pain exploded in his skull, causing flecks of light to burst in his vision like fireworks and streaks of lightening to arc down his spine.

  It took Darius a moment to realize that it was Dumpster who had pulled him down. He now had Darius pinned to the ground with his bodyweight and was trying to bite him.

  “Get off me, muthafucka,” Darius said, trying to hold him back.


  It was almost as if hunger burned in every cell of the man’s broken body. Darius realized it was hunger that he had seen in the man’s eyes before - anger and hunger.

  Darius swung one fist upwards, striking the man in the cheek. The awkward position he was in meant the blow had little power behind it, but he wasn’t about to give up the fight. Darius swung again, landing a blow to the eye. It did little to slow the assault.

 

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