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

a relatively clear corner of the parking lot, swinging the front end of the car back around to where it was facing the stadium.  His heart was pounding excitedly in his chest.  He struggled to catch his breath and calm his nerves as he clenched his hands around the steering wheel.  “Holy shit!  We barely made it out of there!”
    He surveyed the lot for survivors and saw that one other police car was emerging from the chaos.  He grabbed the radio mic and said, “Hey, if you are monitoring this channel, follow me and let’s get the hell out of here.”
    Vincent released the push to talk button and waited for a response.
    “We’re going to head back to the West station and see if anyone is there,” replied a voice over the speaker.
    “Did you try reaching them on the radio?”  Vincent questioned.
    “They’re not answering up, but at least they have a fuel station there.”
    “Shit, maybe we should head over there too,” Nick suggested to Vincent.
    “Maybe we should,” the female officer added, “but whatever we’re going to do, we need to do it fast.  They’re running our way.”
    “Damn, I swear…you can’t even catch your breath before they’re on you!” Vincent shouted.  “I was hoping to see if anyone else had made it out before we left.  Maybe Josh or Albert.”
    “I think this is about it,” the female officer said.
    “Yeah, looks like it,” Vincent sighed.  It then dawned on him that he didn’t even know the name of the officer who was sitting in the back seat.  He looked back at her but saw no name tag because she had also taken off her uniform shirt and was wearing a black tee.  He didn’t recognize her, but he noticed that she was very attractive.  A short little afro, sculpted eyebrows and full lips gave her a rather exotic appearance.  “Sorry, but I don’t really don’t know you.  What’s your name?”
    “Shondra,” she said as she looked past him and at the approaching runners.  “My name is Shondra Watson.”
    “Where do you work out of?” Nick asked her.
    “East Patrol.”
    “Cool,” Vincent said.  “I’m Vincent, from South.”
    “And I’m Nick.  I work North.  I’ve seen you around from time to time,” Nick said as he nodded towards Vincent, “but I haven’t seen you before.  You must be new.”
    “I’ve been on for two years,” she said.  “Hey, I don’t know if we should be sitting here doing all these formal introductions.”  She pointed to the runners.
    “Fucking bastards,” Vincent said.  He placed the mic to his mouth and pressed the “talk” button.  “Alright, we’ll head to West and see what’s there.”  As an afterthought he looked over to his passengers and asked, “Are the two of you cool with that?”
    “Yeah, I’m good,” Nick said.
    “Me too,” Shondra said.  “Let’s just get the hell out of here before they figure out how to flip over this car.”
    “Alright, hang on.” Vincent dropped the car into drive and sped through the parking lot, maneuvering his way towards an access road that skirted the west side of the sports complex.  He grabbed the radio mic again and said, “Hey, we’re going to try Culebra all the way down to the station.  We’ll just jump onto Sixteen Oh-Four and take our chances up there.”
    “Sounds good to me,” said the voice on the radio.  “We’ll follow you.”
    “Who else you got with you?” Vincent asked.
    “I got me and Felix Zambrano, plus two civilians.”
    “What’s your name, buddy?  I never got a chance to really talk to you back at the stadium.”
    “Unger…Donald Unger…Me and Zambrano work Downtown.”
    “Alright Don, just stay with me.”  Vincent zoomed out of the parking lot and up the access road of the highway.  He then took the turnaround at an overpass and entered onto the now empty highway.  As he did so, he handed the mic to Nick and said, “Try to raise anyone you can.  Try all the channels.  Let them know that the Robinson