A Glimpse of Decay (Book 3): Lost in Twilight Read Free

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    “What the fuck are we going to do?” Nick asked in a frightened voice.
    “I don’t know…maybe brace the fence or something, but we gotta do something or those things are gonna be pouring in here in a couple of minutes.”  He frantically pushed his way through the crowd, the frightened officers following close behind. 
    Sensing the impending doom, a few of the evacuees were able to muster up enough courage and accompanied the police officers.  They weren’t armed, but they knew that they needed to try do something to help keep out the menacing specters.  As Vincent approached the bowing section of fence line, he didn’t know what else to do, so he brought up his shot gun and braced himself as he pulled the butt stock into his shoulder.  “Damn, I wish we had at least one freakin’ patrol rifle!” he screamed to Nick.
    Vincent squeezed the trigger and began to fire away into the mass of reanimated and infected.  The other officers followed suit and began firing their pistols and shotguns at the snarling and shrieking mob.  What the officers had failed to take into consideration before opening fire was that the sound of their gunfire was now drawing the rest of the runners and undead from around the stadium.
    “Shit, it’s no good!” Nick yelled over the chaos.  “There are more of them coming, and they’re just walking on top of the ones we’re killing!”  The sound of the barrage—the booming of the shotguns and the popping of pistols—was deafening, and the smell of burnt gun powder filled the air with a metallic scent.
    “What do we do!” screamed one of the frightened evacuees who had come to help.  Vincent turned to look at him.  The fear in the older man’s eyes was contagious and Vincent had to fight the urge to break and run away from the scene unfolding in front of him.  He ignored the question and looked down as he fumbled to retrieve more shotgun ammunition from the cargo pocket of his uniform pants.  He was able to grab a handful of shells, and as he was pulling them out, the clanking of steel pipes on concrete made him look up.  The fence had given way.
    “The fence is down!” screamed a woman as she turned to run.  “They’re coming in!”
    “Fuck, let’s get out of here!” Nick yelled.  “Everyone for themselves!”
    “Shit!” Vincent shouted.   He stood motionless for a moment—petrified with fear at the sight of the undead and infected as they poured in through the downed section of the fence.  After a few seconds of staring open-mouthed at the unbelievable scene in front of him, he realized that he was going to die if he didn’t force himself to move.  “Let’s try for the main entrance…for the patrol cars!” he yelled as he pointed to the north side of the stadium.
    As Nick and Vincent prepared to make their run for safety, Josh ran out towards the middle of the field.  “Quick, form a skirmish line right here!” he yelled as he pointed down at the fifty yard line.  The cacophony of screaming people and gun fire made it difficult to hear anything.  “We can try to stop them here!”
    “Fuck that, let’s get the hell out of here!” screamed Albert. 
    “Yeah Josh, let’s get out of here!” Vincent yelled as he tried to make himself heard over the chaos and confusion.  “There aren’t enough of us to do anything!”
    “We just can’t leave these people here like this!” Josh shouted back.  “Anyway, where you gonna go?  We’re surrounded!”
    “Well I sure as shit ain’t staying here!” Vincent yelled back.  He looked over at Nick.  “I’m not staying here to die.  I’m outta here!  You with me?”
    “I’m with you!” Nick yelled.  The two men broke into a sprint and ran out across the field and past the shelters.  “Try to make it to the buses!” Nick yelled at the evacuees as he ran past them.  The look of confusion and fear in their eyes made him feel sick to his stomach.  He knew that they were