Six Feet From Hell: The Lost Chronicles (Book 1) Read Free Page B

went back by the hospital. As he neared the hospital the traffic began backing up as more and more family members and injured miners were making their way in. Steve quickly flipped the lights and siren on, attempting to clear out some of the vehicles in his path, to no avail. The cars that were there were either not able to move due to the deadlock or simply remained oblivious to the wailing siren. People abandoned their vehicles on the side of the road - as frustrated as Steve was - trying to make it into the parking lot of the hospital.
    “Go through the pharmacy parking lot, man. I think we can fit,” Josh said, grabbing the ‘oh shit’ handle on the truck. Steve was thinking the same thing and jumped the curb over into the parking lot of the pharmacy, and shot across it. Steve managed to squeeze out of the parking lot and sped down the road to his own home. As they sped away, Steve could have sworn that he heard a gunshot, but it could have been a backfire from one of the numerous cars that were now parking on both sides of the road. Steve kept the lights and siren going long enough to get away from the hospital.
    Numerous other police cars and ambulances were coming and going in quick succession as they got further away, coming in from other mines that had experienced the same seismic anomaly earlier and transporting some of the overflow of patients to other hospitals. The steady noises of helicopters were also in the air as they too transported patients to trauma centers further down the road. The choppers were going towards Roanoke, Jonson City, Kingsport, Bristol, and Pikeville. The injured were being spread across four states, as they just simply did not have the room for them in the small hospital in Buchanan County.
    Josh glanced over to the clock on the Dodge. It had taken them nearly an hour since they initial rumbling to get their patients, get them dropped off, and be on their way. It had been nearly an hour into the accident and no one had noticed anything amiss. The phrase ‘fog of war’ also applied to EMS; it would be a while before the smoke settled and the actual word got out as to what was going on as opposed to what was being told was happening. Of course, by the time word got out as to what it really was, it would be too late or no one would believe it until their dead relatives started showing up at their front door trying to take a bite out of them.
    More helicopters swirled overhead. Josh looked up to the sky and saw one that he did not recognize, however. It swooped low over near where the new Wal-Mart had been built. There had been a Red Cross Bloodmobile parked there at the store for its grand opening providing assistance where it could, but it was quickly overwhelmed.
    Steve was still clutching the 1911 .45 in his right hand as he drove home. He felt a pang of guilt as he realized that, aside from Josh talking to Joe that no one knew about what was transpiring in Buchanan County. If he could just make it home to his guns and ammo, then he might be able to take care of a few others, but for the moment, he needed to arm up before he or Josh would be of any use to anyone.
    Josh anxiously tapped his foot on the floor as they neared Steve’s house. He was still wrapping his mind around the word zombies . He did not want to admit it, not even to himself, but he was actually excited. The possibility of getting to kill some of the undead was not something that excited the average person; however, Josh and Steve both were not average people. They were by no means bad people, just typical southerners. They liked shooting and hunting just as much as the next man, and now were going to be given a ‘license to kill’ for zombies.
    And what could be better than killing some real zombies?
    Steve was also slowly coming around to the idea of getting to shoot zombies. He had remembered from a few of the zombie movies that he had seen that you had to shoot them in the head, and all of his rifles were