her mouth with his hand. “We have undead outside, stay quiet.”
She nodded and he removed his hand.
“What are we going to do?” she whispered.
He lowered his face until a breath away from hers to keep his voice low as possible. “I’m going to go out the front door and circle around to pick them off. You need to stay down on the floor in the middle of the room in case one of my bullets misses.”
Her eyes gleamed white in the murk and she shook her head. “No, you can’t go outside, are you crazy?”
“This is what I do, I’m a sniper, remember?” He couldn’t resist dropping a kiss to her lips. She sucked in a breath as if to speak, but luckily, she remained quiet.
Adam grabbed his rifle and made for the front door. He peered through the windows facing the porch, not seeing any movement. He released the locks, wincing as they clicked, the sound loud as a cannon’s blast. Afterward, he slipped out. He took a wide circle around the house, slipping into the tree line for cover. Four undead skulked around the home, not too many to take out. He lined up his scope on one, and it dropped with a bullet to its head. He took out the second and third, but the fourth darted out of his line of sight.
Movement to the left caught his attention; three more appeared from the night.
“Damn it.” He aimed and took out all three, but unbelievably two more appeared. His heart hammered in his chest and he wiped sweat out of his eyes. “Where are they coming from?”
They kept coming until his bullets were spent and he was royally screwed. He had more ammo in his Jeep and he dashed in its direction only to be blocked by the growing mob. He dodged and took a wide berth, trying to approach from the back. He found a rock and pitched it high in the air. When it hit the ground within the trees, the undead zeroed in, moving toward it. Reed grabbed the ammo, reloaded, and emptied his rifle into the group. He was out of ammo, it hadn’t occurred to him to bring enough to fell an entire army. He stomped back to the house, frustration making his anger simmer.
“Oh my God, are you okay?” Max asked as he entered the house.
“One got loose, the rest are dead.” He shoved his fingers through his hair. “Hell, I don’t know where they came from. They just swarmed out of the woods. This isn’t good.”
She covered her mouth with her hands. “The virus is spreading too fast.”
“We can contain it, Max.” He placed his hands on her shoulders. “It’s not a lost cause yet.”
Her wide eyes shone with tears. “It’s my fault, all of it.”
A huge crash sounded from the other end of the house, the sound of a window breaking. A loud hissing squeal followed.
Adam bared his teeth. “One of those things got in.”
Chapter 9
Max hated hiding, but Reed had shoved her in the dining room, feeling it was the safest area of the home. Only one doorway in while the other rooms had two—outside of hiding in a closet, this was their best strategy. She needed to work, but how the hell would she do that now? It wasn’t her own neck she was concerned about, it was Reed’s. Despite knowing his super soldier abilities, she was terrified for him. Just one scratch from the undead and he’d be infected. Twelve hours later he’d be a rabid monster and she knew she wouldn’t have the ability to kill him. To top it off, he’d run out of bullets. Reed had to take his knife on the hunt, making it infinitely more dangerous for him. She grasped a crowbar with directions to stab the thing through the head if it got to her.
She heard a clatter upstairs and rapid footfalls quickly after. Reed moved silently so it wouldn’t have been him. “Crap.”
Did Reed know where it was? What if he didn’t and it got the drop on him? Horrible mental images flashed through her mind of the undead sinking its teeth into his jugular. Then having to watch the Marine succumb to R1LN, and every bit of it her fault.
She made for the doorway and
She nodded and he removed his hand.
“What are we going to do?” she whispered.
He lowered his face until a breath away from hers to keep his voice low as possible. “I’m going to go out the front door and circle around to pick them off. You need to stay down on the floor in the middle of the room in case one of my bullets misses.”
Her eyes gleamed white in the murk and she shook her head. “No, you can’t go outside, are you crazy?”
“This is what I do, I’m a sniper, remember?” He couldn’t resist dropping a kiss to her lips. She sucked in a breath as if to speak, but luckily, she remained quiet.
Adam grabbed his rifle and made for the front door. He peered through the windows facing the porch, not seeing any movement. He released the locks, wincing as they clicked, the sound loud as a cannon’s blast. Afterward, he slipped out. He took a wide circle around the house, slipping into the tree line for cover. Four undead skulked around the home, not too many to take out. He lined up his scope on one, and it dropped with a bullet to its head. He took out the second and third, but the fourth darted out of his line of sight.
Movement to the left caught his attention; three more appeared from the night.
“Damn it.” He aimed and took out all three, but unbelievably two more appeared. His heart hammered in his chest and he wiped sweat out of his eyes. “Where are they coming from?”
They kept coming until his bullets were spent and he was royally screwed. He had more ammo in his Jeep and he dashed in its direction only to be blocked by the growing mob. He dodged and took a wide berth, trying to approach from the back. He found a rock and pitched it high in the air. When it hit the ground within the trees, the undead zeroed in, moving toward it. Reed grabbed the ammo, reloaded, and emptied his rifle into the group. He was out of ammo, it hadn’t occurred to him to bring enough to fell an entire army. He stomped back to the house, frustration making his anger simmer.
“Oh my God, are you okay?” Max asked as he entered the house.
“One got loose, the rest are dead.” He shoved his fingers through his hair. “Hell, I don’t know where they came from. They just swarmed out of the woods. This isn’t good.”
She covered her mouth with her hands. “The virus is spreading too fast.”
“We can contain it, Max.” He placed his hands on her shoulders. “It’s not a lost cause yet.”
Her wide eyes shone with tears. “It’s my fault, all of it.”
A huge crash sounded from the other end of the house, the sound of a window breaking. A loud hissing squeal followed.
Adam bared his teeth. “One of those things got in.”
Chapter 9
Max hated hiding, but Reed had shoved her in the dining room, feeling it was the safest area of the home. Only one doorway in while the other rooms had two—outside of hiding in a closet, this was their best strategy. She needed to work, but how the hell would she do that now? It wasn’t her own neck she was concerned about, it was Reed’s. Despite knowing his super soldier abilities, she was terrified for him. Just one scratch from the undead and he’d be infected. Twelve hours later he’d be a rabid monster and she knew she wouldn’t have the ability to kill him. To top it off, he’d run out of bullets. Reed had to take his knife on the hunt, making it infinitely more dangerous for him. She grasped a crowbar with directions to stab the thing through the head if it got to her.
She heard a clatter upstairs and rapid footfalls quickly after. Reed moved silently so it wouldn’t have been him. “Crap.”
Did Reed know where it was? What if he didn’t and it got the drop on him? Horrible mental images flashed through her mind of the undead sinking its teeth into his jugular. Then having to watch the Marine succumb to R1LN, and every bit of it her fault.
She made for the doorway and
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