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Zombie Attack! Box Set (Books 1-3)

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by Devan Sagliani


  “Keep going,” I heard John call out behind me, but it was no use. I'd gone no more than a few steps before the shock of what I was seeing brought me to a grinding halt. I was facing the direction where the front gate had been before Benji blew it sky high only an hour before. The bodies of the fallen lay all around me. Some were still intact, while others were torn into ragged pieces that made my stomach churn. Amidst this sea of carnage and loss were the zombies themselves, now curled up or stretched out like drunken homeless people sprawled on a park lawn at high noon taking a comfortable nap. I saw signs of movement in the distance and could make out the forms of several residents of Xanadu, men and women moving between the bodies looking for survivors and checking the condition of each zombie.

  Those are Apache's men, I realized.

  “What the hell?” John called out, shaking me from my stupor.

  “They're looking for the freshly turned,” I said without thinking. “For the ones that can still be saved so they can help them return.”

  I knew firsthand what that was like. I'd never felt as alone as I had after being bitten, and realized I was going to die. I was sure I actually did die for a while, before the hallucinations subsided and I found out I was going to live.

  “I don't think that's what he means,” Benji warned.

  “Keep moving,” John said gruffly, shoving me from behind and almost knocking me off my feet. I stumbled forward slightly, then caught myself just before tripping over a severed arm in a long black sleeve.

  At least we don't have to worry about the Blackshirts anymore, I thought.

  Looking off in the distance I saw now the reason behind John's quixotic outburst. At the entrance to the base were bikers and Blackshirts, all on their knees with their hands on their heads. I could make out the sullen face of Zane among them, now a prisoner, just as Moto had warned him he'd be. Behind them were literally thousands of soldiers slowly marching forward. A large tank rolled onward past them, cutting a line where the Indians had just pulled out the remaining survivors. It came right up to us, bringing a flank of soldiers with it.

  “That's far enough,” John announced, pushing my own sword into my back and drawing blood.

  I froze in place and held my breath, praying he wouldn't do anything rash.

  “I told you this was coming,” Moto reminded him. “But you didn't listen.”

  Maybe now's not the time to act so self-righteous, I thought, even though you’re right. There was no way out of this now. His men were all dead or defeated, his army of the undead had been decimated, and his secret weapon was now gone as well. The only hope he might have had of escaping with his life was now a memory. It was the ultimate I told you so.

  “They’ve finally arrived,” Benji breathed a huge sigh of relief.

  “Who?”

  “The damn reinforcements I called for,” Benji blurted out.

  “Don't move a muscle,” John threatened. “Or I will slice you into so many pieces they'll never be able to put your back together again.”

  “It's over, John,” Moto said firmly. “Don't make things worse for yourself than they already are.”

  “I decide when it's over,” John screamed in his face. “Not you or anyone else!”

  “What are we gonna do, John?” Desdemona groaned, sounding frightened for the first time.

  “We're going to stick to the plan,” John yelled, sounding like he was trying to convince himself. “That's why we kept them alive. Now all the trouble they've been is finally going to pay off when we use them as a shield and walk right off this base.”

  “Come on, John,” Moto advised. “You and I both know that's never going to happen. They're not going to negotiate with you.”

  “You’d better hope that you're wrong,” John threatened. “For your own sake.”

  The lid of the tank came open and out of the top arose General Helmer from Edwards Air Force Base, looking as fierce and angry and unforgiving as I had remembered from my first and only encounter with him. His eyes seemed to burn with pure electricity, making his peppered hair stand straight on end.

  “I am General Helmer from the Unified Armed Forces of the United States of America,” he barked. “Put down your weapons and prepare to surrender.”

  “You better do what he says,” Moto prodded, raising his arms over his head in surrender. “That is, if you want to live.”

  “I'm not going to tell you again,” the General impatiently admonished them. I saw the troops inching forward, arms at the ready to take us all out if need be. Benji and I both raised our hands in surrender at the same time. John pulled back behind Moto, placing the sword directly into his back.

  “As long as I got my lady by my side and these high value hostages, I think I still got options,” John replied.

  I looked over at Desdemona. Her face was white with fear, her lips parted in a surprised ‘O’ as she glanced between the rapidly swelling troops surrounding us and her insane lover cowering behind my brother’s back.

  “Xander!”

  “Moto!”

  I looked over to see Felicity and Sonya coming toward us, the troops parting to make way for them. Apache and Kaya were with them, along with Tarunika.

  “Stay there,” I cried out, not wanting anyone else to get hurt. Felicity's face was streaked with tears, but Sonya looked more like a curled snake getting ready to strike. She locked eyes with John and didn't blink.

  “Get back,” John directed. “I'm warning you.”

  “This is your last chance,” General Helmer declared. “Surrender now or be killed.”

  “You'll never take us alive,” John hollered back.

  “Wait!” Desdemona's loud cry split the air. “I surrender!”

  She turned to John, whose face was now paralyzed in complete shock, his mouth hanging wide open, as she whispered, “Sorry love. It's survival of the fittest. Every woman for herself.”

  “You gotta be kidding me,” was all John could manage.

  Desdemona threw down her gun and began running toward the tank.

  “Please help us! It was all his idea! I've been his hostage this whole time!”

  “Stop where you are or we will be forced to shoot,” General Helmer warned her, but Desdemona was now so caught up in her act that she wasn't listening. She waved her hands over her head as she continued forward, babbling the whole time.

  “He's a monster! I thought he was going to kill us all! Thank God you arrived when you did!”

  The soldiers took aim, but Desdemona showed no signs of slowing. It seemed she wouldn't be happy until she had thrown herself across the front of the tank and begged for mercy. Just as she drew near enough, Sonya sprang out, moving as swiftly and gracefully as a cat, bringing her fist dead center into Desdemona's crying face. There was a loud thwap as Sonya connected and Desdemona was instantly lifted off her feet and laid down flat on her back. She was as quiet as the grave. She'd been knocked out cold.

  “Hell yay,” Felicity hooted, walking forward to high five Sonya. “Good shot, girl!”

  I turned back to John, who seemed furious now and on the verge of doing something rash.

  “Put the sword down,” Moto ordered. “Now.”

  “It's over,” I said.

  “I'd rather die than let you beat me,” John grunted, his face twisted with raw anger and humiliation. “See you in hell.”

  I knew what was about to happen, but I was completely powerless to stop it. I watched in horror as John drove my katana through Moto, the blade coming out the other side. A look of shock dawned on Moto's face as he looked down and saw the blade sticking out of him, covered in his blood. He fell to his knees as John pulled it out. Sonya screamed at the top of her lungs. John smiled as he turned to me and pulled the handgun from his belt line. He pointed it in my direction. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. I turned and made eye contact with Felicity. She stood watching on in horror and shock at what was about to happen.

  “I love you, Felicity Jane,”
I said, wanting my last words to be to her.

  “I love you too, baby.”

  The gesture seemed to only make John grow angrier. Consumed by rage and betrayal, he turned the gun away from me and pointed it at Felicity instead.

  “NO!” I shouted, lunging for him and knocking him over, but it was already too late. I heard the crack of the gun as it went off, just before I tumbled on top of John and too late knocked it out of his hands. Sonya cried out again and I turned back looking for Felicity. She was bent over Apache, who had stepped in front of her at the last second, taking the bullet in the chest. It had hit him square in the heart, killing him almost instantly. Felicity cradled his head and cried. He collapsed, and died in her arms.

  “How's it feel to lose everything?” John asked with a cocky grin.

  I brought my fist down hard into his unprotected face in reply. He laughed and spit blood at me.

  “Let's do this, Xander,” John taunted, dragging himself back to his feet and squaring off to brawl. “I've been waiting a long time.”

  The soldiers formed a circle around us as we began to fight. I swung at John's head, connecting twice before he ducked the third punch and brought his fist up hard and fast into my stomach, then followed up with another punch to the chest. I brought my arms down to block him from rabbit punching me in the kidneys, but John stomp-kicked me in the solar plexus while I was defenseless, driving me back.

  “That all you got?” he asked. “The big bad Macnamara? Maybe I was wrong about you. Seems like I might have misjudged you, kid.”

  Fresh anger coursed through my veins, filling me with unforgiving hatred for him.

  “I'm going to make you pay for what you've done,” I promised.

  “The only thing you're gonna do is curl up and die like your pathetic brother,” John laughed.

  If he was trying to trick me into making a false move, it worked. I lunged forward at him, swinging my fists wildly, but only connecting once. John brought several rapid punches to my upper body before driving an upper cut to my chin and slamming my teeth painfully together. I nearly bit off my tongue.

  I jumped back out of reach and brought my leg up in a sweeping high kick to his head. It happened so fast, I thought for sure John would be unable to block it. Instead he seemed to anticipate the move, ducking before stepping in toward me and kicking my other leg straight out from underneath me. I fell hard on my butt, and John lunged at me like a predator moving in for the kill. We rolled around in the dirt, each wrestling for control. Several times he pinned me, but I managed to squirrel out of it by elbowing him or flipping over. Finally we came to rest with him behind me once more, his arm digging into my windpipe cutting off all oxygen. It felt like being hung by a rope all over again as I clawed at him to free myself.

  Think! You've got to do something! You can't just let him kill you!

  “End of the line, Xander,” John exhaled into my ear, squeezing harder than before. “Looks like neither of us is going to live to see how the world turns out after all.”

  Sonya cried as she kissed my brother’s face, and all of a sudden I could hear his voice in my head.

  Remember your training, his words echoed in my mind. Use what you know to your advantage. Make your enemy do all the work. Draw them out and wear them down. Then they will be easy to defeat.

  I went limp, putting all my weight on John's arm to hold me up. I was no longer fighting him as my body pulled forward, causing his forearm to dig even further into my throat and pulling him with me toward the ground. John didn't have time to consider whether or not I was faking. He leaned forward in an attempt to yank me back and, as he did, I brought my head back as hard as I could in his direction. I could feel the blood spray down the back of my neck as I broke his nose, a sickening crack reverberating in my ears. John cried out, more in shock than pain. He let go of me and brought both his hands to his face, gingerly touching the swelling skin. I spun around and punched him in the crotch as hard as I could, causing him to double over and bringing his face close to mine once more.

  “This is for Moto,” I said, bringing the flat palm of my right hand up hard and fast and driving it into the middle of his face. I felt the small bone catch on my palm as I pushed it all the way up and into John's brain. He stumbled back comically, looking like a scarecrow come to life. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he slumped to his knees, falling over dead.

  Felicity rushed to my side and began hugging and kissing me all over my face, hot tears spilling onto me.

  “You're alive,” she squealed. “Thank God you're still alive!”

  “Moto,” I said, reaching out toward my brother, who was still not moving.

  Felicity helped me over to him. His eyes were still open, but his breathing was shallow.

  “You're gonna make it,” I implored him. “You've got to hold on, man! They've got people on the way, right?”

  “Apache,” Moto exhaled, the word was forced from his trembling lips as if it hurt just to speak. Sonya cried and shook her head no, letting him know that his friend hadn't made it.

  “He sacrificed himself for me,” Felicity cried.

  “It's not your fault,” Sonya insisted.

  “In case I don't make it…,” Moto wheezed, trying to sit up.

  “You're gonna make it,” I interrupted, taking his bloody hand and squeezing it hard.

  “…I just want you all to know how much I love you.”

  “We do, man,” I acknowledged quickly, hoping those wouldn't be his final words.

  “Baby please,” Sonya pleaded. “Don't leave me.”

  “You have to live on,” Moto sagely spoke, fighting to get the words out. “No matter what.”

  His hand went limp in mine and his head fell back at the same time. A long wheezing breath came out of him. A cold feeling settled over me, and the earth seemed to flip upside down. Sonya screamed at the top of her lungs, then threw herself on top of him, sobbing her soul out. It was a heartbreaking sound that made my heart feel like it was breaking into a million pieces.

  At last a group of soldiers came over with a stretcher and began positioning him. Benji and I did our best to pull Sonya away long enough to let them carry him off to the triage tent that Kaya and his men had begun to erect near the main entrance to the labs. I saw soldiers running in and out of the building with medical supplies, bringing them to a guy in a medical mask who was now barking orders to other soldiers around him. The man held up a syringe, flicked it, then stuck it into Moto's arm and emptied the contents.

  “Who are you?” Sonya demanded.

  “I'm a combat medic,” he replied, cutting the bloody shirt off my brother and peeling it away from the wound. “I've been embedded with this unit since Z Day, providing front-line trauma care on the battlefield. Name’s Jim.”

  “What are you doing to my brother?” I hesitatingly asked.

  “Just trying to get him stabilized right now,” Jim explained. “Hopefully, one of the survivors is a proper physician that can help sew him up. I'm glad you're here though. He's lost a lot of blood and will definitely need a transfusion.”

  “What do you mean you need a surgeon?” Sonya looked scared out of her mind. “Can't you just sew him up?”

  “I'm going to do my best,” Jim assured her. “He's got a lot of internal bleeding from where the sword came through. He's very lucky.”

  “He's been run through with a sword,” Sonya shouted, nearly hysterical by that point. “How on earth is that lucky?”

  “It's the location of the wound,” Jim patiently explained. “Any more to the left and it would have severed his spinal cord. Any more to the right and it would have punctured his kidney. Instead it went through his intestines, as far as I can see. That means our two biggest problems are going to be internal bleeding and preventing sepsis.”

  “Is he going to make it?” I asked with trepidation.

  “I'm not sure,” Jim admitted. “Let me ask you this. Is he a fighter?”

  �
�Yes,” both Sonya and I shouted at the same time.

  “Then I guess it all comes down to whether or not we are able to get him the help he needs.”

  Benji came back with another soldier, a tall guy with wiry brown hair and wild blue eyes.

  “I found a surgeon,” he exclaimed.

  “Dr. Rosenthal,” he said by way of introduction. “I worked ER for years before the world went nuts. I specialized in patching up gang bangers so they could testify.”

  “If anyone can save Moto, it's this guy,” Benji pointed out hopefully.

  “Let me take a look,” Dr. Rosenthal said, leaning over Moto as Jim pulled the bleeding wound open.

  “It's gonna be okay, right?” I asked expectantly. “You can fix him. Tell me you can make him better.”

  “We're going to do the best we can,” the doctor said, looking grim. “He's lost a lot of blood. I don't want to get your hopes up. That's all I can say. First things first, let's move him into the hospital.”

  “You better make sure it's clear,” I cautioned. “We ran into some serious zombie action coming into the lab earlier.”

  “Kaya and his men are already on it,” Benji reported. “They've gone in and cleared out all the bodies so people can be moved from the triage tent out here, back inside to be operated on.”

  “We don't have any time to waste,” Dr. Rosenthal informed us. “Pick him up and bring him in.”

  We lifted him and brought him to the hospital. Moto's eyes flickered, but didn't open. Jim, the combat medic, saw my expression as I stared down at my brother, so close to death.

  “Don't worry,” Jim encouraged me. “I gave him a huge dose of morphine. He can't feel a thing.”

  We brought him to an operating room, and laid him on the table. Dr. Rosenthal went right to work, hooking him up to an IV and getting the wound prepped. Jim stayed to help, and several other soldiers with medical experience pitched in. One of them began taking my blood right away, draining so much from me that I started to feel dizzy.

  “That's enough,” Jim hollered. “Now bring it over here.”

  The other medic left my side, and took the vials of fresh blood to Jim. Sonya began to sob at the sight of my brother being operated on.

 

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