Omega Virus (Book 1): Beta Hour Read Free Page A

flicked something off of each and tossed them to the sides.
Both bounced into the hordes. I sucked in my breath as zombie bits exploded
every which way in a flash of flames.
    The rider jumped off the bike and
let it skid into a pile of cars.
    A black, red-feathered fedora fell
at my feet.
    The insane rider had trapped
himself, for every remaining zombie went after him. Before one even got close,
he whipped out dual pistols from hip holsters and went into action. Gunfire
raged as zombie after zombie fell to his bullets. They didn’t know fear, so
they kept going and dropped like flies. When the dust cleared, only one zombie
stood.
    The man aimed his guns, and both
clicked. Instead of reloading, he holstered the guns. His heavy boots clicked
as he walked right up to the last undead.
    He pulled back his fist and clocked
the zombie in the jaw. It hit the ground, and he stomped its skull, sending
brain matter spewing. Without stopping, he walked right up to me.
    The badass looked like a walking
weapon if nothing else. The guy wore a long black coat with daggers lining the
sides. He had a shotgun strapped to his back, and the two empty handguns belted
to his hips.
    He leaned down to scoop up the
fedora, and dark red hair fell in his face. “Oops, dropped my zombie killing
hat.”
    “Who the heck are you?” I asked.
    Bearing a cocky smile, he extended
his hand.
    “Who am I?” He chuckled. “The name’s
Wesley James, and you better remember it.”  

 
    LEVEL 03 - GAME ON
     
    Wesley James
saved my life, and I couldn’t find it in me to thank the bastard. He exuded
cockiness. During the Zombie Apocalypse, it would only get people killed.
    Wesley
spun in a full circle. “What do you think? Nice job, huh?”
    “You’re
a badass!” Tiffany shouted. “I like badasses !”
    I
rolled my eyes. So badasses were the type to make her
swoon? For some reason, that bothered me.
    With
an exaggerated bow, Wesley swept the Zombie Killing Hat from his head. “O,
speak again, bright angel! For thou art as glorious to this night, being o’er
my head, as a winged messenger of heaven into the white, upturned, wondering
eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him when bestrides the lazy-puffing
clouds and sails upon the bosom of air.”
    To
my surprise, Jessie and Tiffany giggled. I really didn’t like that.
    Dave
stood up and held out his arms. “Um, guys? You know, ZPoc and all!”
    “Seriously
bro!” Jeff shouted. “Run now, flirt later!”
    Wesley
chuckled. “Run? Fear not! I have a vehicle that will transfer us away from this
zone.”
    “What
zone? You’re acting like this a game!” I said. “One, you wrecked your bike.
Two, we wouldn’t have all fit on it!”
    Wesley
turned on me, eyes wide. “Did you think I meant you?”
    I
balled my hands into fists, and it took every ounce of my self-control not to
blast him in the face.
    Wesley
placed his hat back on his head. “I saved you once! Once! That’s all you get!
No more continues.”
    Grumbling,
I walked up to the building. “Guys, pull me up. I’d like to leave now.”
    Tiffany
reached down, and as I raised my arms, she pulled back.
    “Um,
not you! I was trying to help Wes up.”
    “Are
you serious? You’re giving him a nickname now?” I shouted.
    Jessie,
small and frail, reached her hands down. “Don’t worry, Zach. I’ve got you.”
    Jeff
kneeled next to her and offered a hand as well. Together they pulled me onto
the roof. Tiffany struggled on her own to pull Wesley up, and she didn’t look
happy about it.
    Leaving
her to her complaining, I scanned the city streets, and my heart sank. The four
of the five tall buildings Milpeg boasted were on fire. Cars continued to crash
while civilians were run over and killed, perhaps on purpose. An old man limped
along the sidewalk below. He spotted us and stopped. I opened my mouth to call
out, but pursuing zombies leaped from between the buildings. He didn’t suffer
for long; an ambulance sped by, splattering his