Alaskan Undead Apocalypse (Book 4): Resolution by Sean Schubert Page A

overwhelmed by the brute ferocity of his attacker and
beaten to the ground.
    The stunned father leapt from his car to
come to the officer’s aid. He ran toward the scuffle. He saw
another motionless body, perhaps an older woman, lying near a
full-sized touring van. He shouted, hoping to interrupt the melee.
It worked, but it worked to his detriment.
    The crazed attacker, upon hearing the new
voice and seeing the father approach, released the brutalized law
enforcement officer and unleashed his wrath upon his new target.
With the police officer’s arms no longer struggling beneath him,
the other man released his grip and flew at the father, caught
completely off guard and off balance. The father fell over backward
with the blood-smeared face of his attacker bearing down upon him.
The battle was over almost as quickly as it began.
    In the tussle, the father’s shirt and jacket
were pulled up onto and over his head. His attacker took full
advantage of his victim’s inability to defend himself adequately
and lunged forward into the father’s undefended abdomen. He sank
his grinding teeth into the soft, white flesh of the father’s side
just above his waist. The man’s teeth didn’t bite just to hurt; he
was on a mission to rend flesh from his victim. He bit and chewed
until he ripped a dripping soft piece of tissue from the father’s
body, struggling feebly like a salmon caught ruthlessly in a bear’s
jaw.
    The father’s fear and adrenaline were not
enough to enable him to extricate himself from his attacker’s
clutches. With each successive bite, the father felt his strength
and his life drain from his limbs, no longer able to fight. His
vision was fading, as was his sense of where he was. There was no
more pain, despite the fact that his body was still under full
assault. The teeth of his attacker had found their way beyond the
surface of his skin and into his internal organs.
    Tragically, the slain father had neglected
to shut his car door behind him in his haste to intervene. His
children, safely buckled in the back seat, would soon pay the price
for his oversight. Moments after the father expired, the original
attacker, the reanimated woman, police officer, and even the
father, now as frighteningly bloodthirsty and remorseless as the
others, all feasted upon the young, defenseless flesh.
    Like a wildfire fanned by a generous wind,
pockets of terror spread all across the parking lot. Whether
resulting from Abdul’s Passenger Zero or from other infected people
managing to find their way to Whittier, the infection was growing
and devouring at a frighteningly alarming rate.

Chapter 6
     
    Danielle looked over at her friend Kameron,
sitting next to her on the Gray Line of Alaska tour bus. The scream
followed by more screams worried the two of them and everyone else
on the bus. A ripple of concern whistled through the passengers
like a gale through the trees. If they had been a stand of birch,
there likely wouldn’t have been a leaf still attached.
    The bus driver, to his credit, tried to calm
the souls in his charge. He felt disconnected and alone, his radio
unable to reach anyone at his dispatch office. The last he’d heard
over the radio from headquarters was something about a disturbance
at Providence Hospital. Since then, the radio had only produced
static.
    His employer offered and he’d completed
training that was intended to help him through emergency
situations, but most of that theory had been lost on him. When
doing it, he always felt he was doing so to place the proverbial
checkmark in the box. Now, he doubted the value of the training.
The thing to which he did cling was the desire to keep everyone
safe and, if at all possible, calm.
    Using his intercom several times after
feigning receiving messages over the radio, he announced to the bus
occupants that authorities had the situation in hand, a fact that
he could neither confirm nor claim to reasonably believe himself.
He hadn’t heard from anyone and