Without that, Robert would have to try and make his way up on foot and could be picked off slowly from covered positions.
The engines started up and he felt a satisfaction spread within as Robert furiously tried to get his men to move faster. There were a couple of injured people crawling on the road behind the moving vehicles, and Todd couldn’t tell if they were alive or turned.
It didn’t matter. What mattered was getting the road blocked before Robert could make it up the hill.
“Do it now!” he yelled over the roaring engines, but he doubted they could hear him. Still, the large vehicles began to move and the blades began to push the mounds of prepared debris over the side. He watched as they began their journey down the mountain, picking up more dirt and rock as they crashed down on the road below. Other rocks that had been buried in the soil long before man had walked over them also broke loose and fell to join their brethren.
There was a scream of alarm from his wife and he was frozen in place as he watched one of the dozers get too close to the edge, then begin to go over. The driver was frantically trying to back it up, but nothing was stopping it and with a horrifying scream, the dozer tipped then slid forward and out of sight.
A large crunch echoed through the canyon and he stepped forward to inspect the road below. The dozer was twisted horribly and had broken the guard rails on its descent. It lay completely blocking the road and Todd knew that it wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. The amount of rock still falling caused a hill of stone and soil too large to get past.
There was another horrible rumbling coming up from the canyon and he watched with a grim satisfaction as part of the mountain the bulldozer had hit broke off and blanketed the debris below. The heavy cloud of dirt obscured his view, but his walkie came to life one last time as he stood there overlooking the destruction they had wrought.
“This isn’t over. I’m going to make you pay for what you have done Todd; for my daughter’s life, for all our lives. I swear to you, there is going to be a reckoning,” Robert growled at him.
All the anger that he had within bubbled to the surface; all those faces of the people he had lost. Linda, Jackie, Paul, Christine, all his friends and family out there dying. His uncle’s cold body below, his cousin lying in a ditch—it all just welled up inside. The image of that departing plane, the knowledge that the man that created this shit was out there somewhere. That he had been right in front of him the whole time, right where he could get him, and he had slipped away; fooling them all one more time.
It was just too much.
He let it boil his blood and he stepped to the edge and glared at the rising dust cloud below. “You want me, come and get me you sadistic fuck,” he screamed at the top of his lungs, then he threw the walkie over the now-severe drop before him. He took a deep breath and roared from the bottom of his soul, “you hear me? You want me? Come and get me! I’m right fucking here! I’m not going anywhere!”
“I’m not going anywhere!”
To be Continued…
In Book 3 of the Rotting Souls Series
Charon’s Debt
Charon's Blight: Day Two (the Rotting Souls series Book 2) Page 23