Escape The 1st Omnibus: WTF Books 1-3 by W.J. Lundy Page A

us operating within their border than a possible epidemic about to explode on them.
    “So victims go home, they feel sick, they go to bed, they wake up, and they attack their families, neighbors. Simultaneously all over Teremez, we were tracking at least fifteen outbreaks; by morning we heard of ninety more, then it just snowballed from there. By the second day the city was in flames. We called for extraction, but they told us we needed to hang tight. See, Teremez was just one attack; this was going on everywhere and somehow it had even gotten into a few of our larger bases.
    “Bagram and Kandahar were lost quickly, and within twelve hours we had a complete loss of combat readiness in theater. All bases were locked down, NATO recalled all of its troops, the U.S. followed suit. That was chaos in itself, there just weren’t enough birds to move them, and they were battling the primal virus at the same time. Gentlemen, it’s pretty safe to say it was a huge cluster fuck. We stayed in contact with Kabul through that first night, but they were in bad shape and we eventually lost comms. The last message to us was to try to make it to the border.”
    “What about your men? Where’s the rest of your team?” Eric asked.
    “Dead. Getting out of that city was hell. It’s not like here, this place is small. Teremez on Day Two? You’re talking close to a hundred thousand of those fucking things on the streets,” Brooks said. “Chief and I got separated from the team. We were providing overwatch while they moved on ahead. They were surrounded and quickly overrun. It’s a fucked up world out there. They didn’t have a chance; in numbers, it’s like fighting a tidal wave.”
    “What about the States, Chief? What’s going on at home?” Brad asked.
    “We don’t know. Honest answer? Last update we got, there were no attacks in the U.S., but Mexico and Canada were nearly lost. Moscow, Paris, and London all got hit hard. Germany was attacked but they were holding,” answered Sean. “Our sat phone died two days ago, and our radios haven’t worked in three. Boys, we are in the dark.”
    Brad then told the SEALs their story, how they’d lost communications during their patrol to the village, about the mobs, and how they had barely escaped to make it to Hairatan.
    “So what do we do Chief? What was your plan B?” asked Brad.
    Sean let out a sigh. “Plan B? Shit, son, we’re already past plan C, hell, we’re off the page.”
    They were interrupted by the sound of gunfire and they all climbed the ladder to the roof. The small car was back, repeating the acts of last night. They watched it stop while two men jumped out and fired away at the mob until it was within fifty meters, then they jumped back in their car and sped away.
    “Ha! That’s just Junayd, don’t worry about him,” chuckled Brooks.
    “What’s so funny?” Brad asked.
    “Oh Junayd, he’s a local Taliban boss. We bumped into him crossing the river. Well, we saved his ass actually. We gave him our car and those rifles he’s using,” said Brooks. “He is determined to take back his city.”
    “You armed the Taliban?” questioned Eric incredulously.
    “Hell yeah we did, if they’re keeping the primal bastards busy then they stay the hell away from us, and the enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?” answered Sean.
    “What about the other army unit, Sergeant Turner and his guys?” Cole asked.
    “Yeah, they’re out there. We watched them escape, but for some reason they don’t like to lay low. Not sure how long they will last without instruction,” said Sean. “They took up residence in a two-story building on the edge of the city. I’m sure they aren’t as comfy as you all are in here.”
    “Well then we need to get to them, we can’t leave them hanging out there, Chief,” said Brad.
    “Tomorrow, son, tomorrow. But for now? Chief needs his sleep. Besides, them things are too active at night, we would never make it. So how ‘bout you guys