Jack got out of Huntersville first, and once at a safe distance, he pulled the Fox over.
He was done.
He told Private Allan he would be right back and climbed from the Fox.
Jack needed a moment, he needed some air, and he needed to call Saul.
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“Full speed ahead.” The communication specialist relayed to General Lance.
“They’re what?” Lance asked.
“Full speed ahead, sir.”
“For what?”
A pause.
“Virginia.” The communications specialist replied. “At this rate, in seventeen minutes they’ll be aground.”
“What do we have in the area to take them out?” Lance asked.
“USS Washington and two other subs,”
“Instruct them all to lock in coordinates.” Lance ordered. “And take them out immediately.”
“Yes, sir.” The communications specialist picked up his radio. The second he did, an alarm sounded.
“What’s going on?” Lance asked.
“Sir.” The Communications specialist, with a drawn look, turned to Lance. “Their entire bay of trident missiles …. They overrode authority. They’re engaged.”
Lance grabbed the radio. “Officer Harold. This is General Lance, I order you to disengage your weapons and turn your vessel round.”
“We cannot do that,” Harold replied. “Permission to come ashore.”
“Permission denied.”
“We’ll ask one more time,” Harold said, “Permission to come ashore.”
“Permission denied.”
“Then we’re sorry.”
Lance spun to the communication specialist. “Are the other ships locked and loaded?”
“Locked and loaded.”
“Order them to fire at will.”
“Yes, sir.” The Communications specialist said, “USS Washington ... you are …”
Before he could finish his command, alarms blared.
“What’s going on?” Lance asked.
The communications specialist, his face an ashen white slowly quietly said, “They launched their entire bay.”
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Saul had raced into his lab, grabbed the two vials of SP1 that remained, tossed them in his briefcase along with his phone and a revolver. He lifted the M-16 that rested on the counter and moved to the window.
His plan was to lock his lab door and escape through his office.
He was on the second floor.
But the moment he looked outside he knew that was futile.
The streets were swarming.
Swarming with undead.
Saul’s next thought was to get out of the building. With his briefcase and weapons he raced from the office.
His only option was the staircase. The hallway was till clear and safe.
He grabbed for the stairwell door and paused.
Number eleven.
Running down the hall, he raced to her room and opened the door, “Come on.” He told her. “We have to get out.”
She ran to him and he grabbed her arm, pulling her into the hallway.
They were only a few feet from the stairwell when the glass door at the end of the hall shattered and hoards of the undead broke their way in.
Frightened, Evelyn screamed and froze in stride.
“Move!” Saul shouted, tugging her to the door.
But the undead raced down the hall.
Saul opened the stairwell, slipped inside. She stood absolutely frozen in that hall.
“Come on!” Saul screamed. He was about to step forward, to grab on to number eleven and yank her into the stairwell, but he wasn’t fast enough.
An entire mob of undead tackled her like a football team. She screamed beneath them only briefly.
Saul knew it was useless to try to save her and reached to shut the stairwell door. One of the undead jumped in, knocking Saul back.
Saul was quick.
Snarling jaw coming at him, he put the revolver to the zombie’s temple and fired.
The attack stopped, Saul pushed the undead from him, hurried to his feet and bolted through the stairwell door.
Down was his first thought, until he peered over the rail to see massive numbers of undead a few staircases down.
So it was up.
From where he stood it was smooth sailing. No undead and Saul raced, like a man half his age, the five floors to the top of the building, emerging out on to the roof.
He had lost all ability to breathe normally and his chest burned with each breath he took.
Hands on his knees he took some time, but couldn’t take too much.
He could hear the undead in mad pursuit.
Stuck on that roof, he jammed the M-16 in the roof door handle to secure it.
He was safe, but for how long?
From the chaos of the streets, the wails and moans carried to him and Saul was ready to give up.
He walked across the roof and sat down to catch his bearings.
He looked at his revolver then reached into this briefcase. Pulling out his phone to dial, it happened again. The phone rang. Again it was Jack.
“Hello.” Saul answered.
“It’s Over, Saul, at least for me,” Jack spoke.
“Me, too Jack.”
“What’s going on?” Jack asked.
“We’re overrun.”
“I’m heading to the fortress now.”
“Good. Good.” Saul caught his breath. “Do me a favor, ok. Tell Irma I love her. To be strong and move on. Stay alive and watch our Jerry. But make sure she knows I love her.”
“Saul?” Jack questioned. “You aren’t coming.”
Saul chuckled emotionally. “Jack, I’m not able to. I won’t get there.”
“Try to get out. Just leave, Saul.”
“I wish I could,” Saul said. “But once again, I’m trapped at the CDC and the city is swarming. This time, I’m on the roof and it won’t be long before they get to me.”
“Saul.”
“It’s over for me, Jack. Tell my wife I love her.”
“No.” Jack said strong. “Tell her yourself. Hang tight, I’m on my way.”
“Jack.”
“No Saul, end of discussion, end of call. I’ll be there in ten hours. I won’t leave you. I’m on my way.”
“Jack.” Saul cried out, but the call ended. Saul tried to call Jack again, but it was useless.
Saul wasn’t giving up though. He sat on the roof, his back against a vent and phone in his hand. He’d keep trying to call Jack. He had to.
But he had to catch his breath and his bearings. He whimpered some in frustration and exhaustion. The revolver dangled in his hand and he knew he would use it eventually when the time came.
But before he did that, he had to get in touch with Jack. He had to tell him not to come; he didn’t get a chance to really tell him how bad Vermont was.
Catching his breath, Saul looked down to his hand and to the thin stream of blood that tricked just below his thumb.
Most importantly he had to get in touch with Jack to tell him coming to save him was in vain. Saul had been bitten.
Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
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CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
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