After The Rising, T.D Jackson [books recommended by bts .txt] 📗
- Author: T.D Jackson
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"You should really learn to drive man" Jon said as we left the safety of the outpost "Why when I have a driver?" "What if I don't make it on this trip" "I'm sure I can figure it out, that's the go pedal that's the stop pedal and the big circle thing turns the wheels" He chuckled St Elmo's Fire clame up on the ipod and Jom moved to shuffle the song, the one thing we never agreed on music. Eventualy we settled on a playlist of songs we both liked Bowling for Soup it is.
As we pulled up Punk Rock 101 finished. The Fire station was a large two storey brick building. The paint on the once red shutter doors was peeling badly, just behind the station was a brick tower where the former residents of this place would do their drills. No sign of Stoke's or his car. The song changed over and Mark Collie's In Time started to play "Well that's not ominous" Jon said "Do you think they will accept that as an excuse for not going in?" "Probably not" "Better prove why we are the A-Team then" The undead presense was minimal but we would need to be in and out as quick as possible, Groups reguarly herded the dead to this area before speeding off and the undead being to dumb to make there way back to the original location. We got out and moved quickly to the station heading round the side. We came to a wooden double door with safety glass. Jon moved to smash the glass with his Crichete (A cricket bat that was split down the middle was bat on one side and a blade on the other) I stopped him moved forward and pushed the door it swung open "After you then" Jon said waving me through I stepped in "Ladies first" Jon said "Men just before" "Cock" "Baldie" After that fantastic exchange of opinion we looked around. We were in a stair well concrete steps lead up to the firemans sleeping area, and there was a double door on this floor leading to the fire engine garage "Where do we start?" Jon asked "Priority was getting the parts" Jon could see from the look on my face that I did not agree with that. We decided to clear the fire engine area, there was a lot of blood around but we could not find any dead and ues we checked under the engines and inside I have seen the movies. Jon opened up the compartments and set to work taking out the parts we needed, I headed back in to the stair well closing the door behind me so nothing would suprise Jon and started up the stairs.
More blood here on the white bannisters the stairs the walls but it was all old and rust coloured. I got to the top and entred a corridor. I stopped to listen. No groaning or moaning. I knocked on the 1st wood door, no response I opened it. Beds and not much else the whole place was a mess beds that looked as if they had only just been recently abandoned all though there lat occupants had not been back for 2 years. I closed the door and procedded to the next a broom cupboard radio room nothing interesting in either. Then the last door, I knocked no sound, I opened the door. The first thing that hit me was the smell of blood. This was a medium sized kitchen area, a basic one with plastic chairs crowded round a table and a full size snooker table further back next to a large red sofa in front of an ancient TV. Blood was all over the kitchen the chairs, as I moved further in to the room I could see the source 3 bodies laid out on the floor side by side. I cautiously approached extending the batton. This was not the deads doing I could not see any bite marks but bite or not we all turn in the end. I nudged Stokes who was in the middle of the three with my foot no response I did the same with the other two nothing. I squatted down next to them and saw why they were not turning, a small bullett hole dead centre of the forehead on all of them burns surronded the entry wound, the shot was point blank more useless knowledge I had picked up from CSI. It was difficult to see the wounds until you were close. But the gun shot seemed to be an after thought cuts stabs covered the mens arms faces throats that explained all the blood but what got them? Thoughts ran through my head the door opened behind me "Done all ready?" I asked, no respone, stupidly I didn't turn around "Some one shot them who would do that?" "Me" A voice said softly. I knew that voice I turned and saw that balaclava face just as the butt of a gun hit me in the temple.
"Get up!" The words cut through my daze, I sat up. The room was blurry it looked smokey. A burning smell filled the room, the bastard he set the place on fire. I looked to the door, Jon wa there pounding on the glass, it was double glazed and it was taking a while. I went to the bodies and took a picture with my phone and then moved to the door. It was locked, a large explosion rocked the building and we struggled to maintain our balance "Get out" I said to Jon through the glass, his face was shocked "I can get out don't worry" "You sure?" "Yeah I'm fine meet you at the car" He nodded and left. The room was starting to fill with smoke now, I moved to the windows they were not double glazed, I picked up my baton and swung it at the glass it shattered. I looked out and 15ft below concrete greeted me, I pushed out the glass around the edges and moved to the sofa. It was heavy as hell and difficult to manouvere, eventualy I was able to push it out and I braced myself to make the jump, God I hate heights but I have jumped from higher, in the back of my head I wondered if the oxygen tanks had blown yet, almost in response to this thought the bang kicked up again, time to go, I jumped the sofa rose to great me and I landed awkwardly driving my knees in to my stomach winding me. As I got to my feet every single window in the building was blown out chased by flames as the tanks ignited, glass covered me. I heard Jon honk and ran to the car and got in, the noise was going to attract dead for miles "What did you do?" Jon asked flooring the accelerator "That fucker was here the one with the balaclava" "How did he know we were here?" "I don't know I'm not bloody psychic"
We stopped a half mile away from the station in an empty car park, we got out and checked each other fior injury and had a smoke and a snack "Did you get the parts?" "Yeah there in the boot" I nodded "Did you see any one hear anything?" "No nothing but I was totally occupied with the engine" "How the fuck did he know where we were" The question bothered us all the way back to the outpost, the commander would no doubt be upet about the lose of tokes arsehole or not, and the fact we had destroyed another building even though it was technicaly
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