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

leaving them to their deaths, but neither man was going to take the time to stop and provide directions to the helpless people.  They were on their own.
    The mass of infected came crashing through the shelters like a tsunami wave washing over a tiny village.  The hapless evacuees began to scatter as the fast-moving infected spread out over the stadium.  Many of the people were caught in their shelters and were slaughtered.  Others sustained bites and fled, only to turn into runners themselves.
    Out of desperation, a few people, including a mother and her two small children, ran up to the top of the bleachers on the visitor’s side.  Several runners saw this and began to clamber over the aluminum planks as they gave chase.  Reaching the top bleacher, they were now a hundred feet over the walkway down below, and the woman realized that she had no other place to run to.  Like animals trapped in a pen, she and her children darted along the length of the top safety fence until they were cornered.
    “Oh my God!” she screamed as she clutched her two kids.  Wanting to spare them a painful and horrific death, she grabbed her shrieking five year old little girl and heaved her over the fence.
    “Mommy loves you!” she cried as she grabbed onto her six year old son.
    “No mommy, please!” he wailed as she tossed him over the fence.
    With her eyes fixed on the bodies of her children below her—their blood and brains splattered on the concrete—she scaled the fence and screamed, “Mommy will be with you in a minute!”  She was about to join them in one last desperate act of self-salvation, but before she could jump to her own death, her pant leg snagged on the top of the fence.  In the next instant, a group of runners was pouncing on her.  As she was pulled down from the fence and back into the bleachers, she kicked and screamed as she was bitten and pummeled.  In a sadistic twist of fate, her children were now free from the misery of the world while she was damned to roam it as a member of the undead.
    As Vincent darted through the fleeing crowd, he was filled with shame for abandoning them to their deaths, but his survival mode had kicked in and he had made up his mind that he wasn’t going to die in the stadium.  Several of the other police officers saw this and began running behind Vincent and Nick.
    “Look, the main gate looks fairly clear!” Nick shouted over to Vincent.  “I think we can get out through there!”
    As Vincent ran up to the chain-link gate, he saw that it was secured with a large pad lock.  He aimed his shotgun at it and blew it off.  Nick grabbed the heavy gate and swung it open.  “Let’s go!” he yelled.   The two ran out into the parking lot and quickly scanned their surroundings.  A line of buses sat off to their right and several squad cars were parked in a row to their left.  Luckily for them, the parking lot had emptied of runners and reanimated as the ghouls had been drawn by the gunfire to the other side of the stadium.
    “The patrol cars!” Vincent yelled as he pointed with his shotgun.  They dashed over to the black and whites and jumped into the nearest one.  A third police officer caught up with them and opened the rear door, diving into the back seat.  She pulled the car door shut and started screaming for Vincent to drive.
    Vincent started the car, and as he shifted into drive, several of the pursuing runners caught up with them and began hurling themselves onto the car.  One runner began to pound on the rear windshield with his fist, smearing it with his own blood.  Vincent floored the gas pedal and sent the runner tumbling from the trunk.  The car raced across the parking lot and Vincent had to swerve to miss several other runners as they tried throwing themselves in the path of the police cruiser.
    “Those mother fuckers are like Kamikazes!” Nick yelled as one runner bounced off of the front bumper.
    After weaving through the crowd, Vincent drove to