Ragnarok Rising: The Awakening (Book One of The Ragnarok Rising Saga) by D.A. Roberts Page A
Authors: D.A. Roberts
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Shu.
“Not for long,” yelled Spec-4. “The next group’s inbound and closing fast.”
150 yards and closing
I assessed the situation as fast as I could, my mind racing from adrenalin. The Humvee was definitely the better choice. It was a 4 wheel-drive and it held more gear. But the best of all, it was armored. Once we were inside and locked down, they shouldn’t be able to get to us. The Charger couldn’t offer that kind of protection.
“We can’t hold. We’ve got to fall back. Grab everything you can and get in the Humvee.”
Both Shu and Spec-4 jumped into action instantly. I ran around the area and snagged all of the fallen guns, including Henderson’s. I yanked his duty belt off and took his radio, too. Then as an afterthought, I ripped the silver badge off of his chest and stuck it in my pocket. Shu grabbed the range bag full of ammo off the top of the Charger and headed for the Humvee.
100 yards
Spec-4 started to drag E-2 towards the back of the Humvee when she noticed he wasn’t moving anymore. One of the bites had severed the femoral artery. E-2 was dead. Unlike Henderson, E-2 would be missed. Pausing only long enough to sigh and shake her head, Spec-4 started pulling the gear off of him. Deftly, she removed the Interceptor vest and extra equipment. She tossed them to Shu, who put them into the back seat of the Humvee. Then she grabbed her own gear and headed for the front seat. Shu leaned over to pick up E-2’s helmet just as I saw his eyes open.
“Shu, look out!”
It was too late. Zomb-E-2 grabbed Shu and sank his teeth into the exposed throat. Blood erupted from the wound and gushed out his mouth as he began savagely tearing pieces out of Shu’s neck. I started to bring up the M-16 when I heard two quick shots ring out. Spec-4 put a 9mm round through both of their heads with her Beretta. They fell together, in a heap.
50 yards
“Screw the helmet! Get in!”
She dove into the open passenger side door as I ran around to the driver’s side. The second wave of zombies was less than 25 yards away as I slammed the door shut and we pulled the locking levers. I pressed the button and waited for the green light. When it came on, I started the engine and it roared to life as the first of the zombies dove on the hood.
“Can they get in?”
“Not a chance. We’ve got bullet proof glass and armor plating. Unless one of them has an AT-4 [1] , we’re good.”
“For now,” I muttered.
I slid the transmission into gear and mashed the accelerator to the floor. Spinning the wheels, I headed south towards Springfield. The powerful engine had no problems knocking its way through the leaders of the pack. As I jerked the wheel from side to side, the zombie on the hood went tumbling off into the median.
“Where a re we heading?” asked Spec-4, catching her breath.
“Back into town,” I said, swerving around a knot of zombies in the road.
“Are you nuts? You do realize that there’s gonna be a lot more of those things there.”
“You’re welcome to get out anywhere you want, but I’m going back for my wife and kids,” I said.
“Somehow, I get the feeling we’re better off sticking together.”
As we approached the overpass at the town of Fair Grove, most of the zombies were well in our dust. We could see two Fair Grove Police cars, one on either side of the bridge. Four officers were desperately trying to defend the bridge from more than fifty zombies on each side. I started to slow down and look for a way up there, but the off-ramps were clogged with traffic on both sides.
“Tell me you’re not doing what I think you’re doing,” said Spec-4.
“Hold on to something,” I said as I turned and started climbing the embankment.
The wheels dug in and the powerful engine pulled us up the hill without effort. As we emerged at the top of the ramp, I rammed two parked cars and knocked them careening into a group of zombies. This had the desired effect of getting their attention.
“Not for long,” yelled Spec-4. “The next group’s inbound and closing fast.”
150 yards and closing
I assessed the situation as fast as I could, my mind racing from adrenalin. The Humvee was definitely the better choice. It was a 4 wheel-drive and it held more gear. But the best of all, it was armored. Once we were inside and locked down, they shouldn’t be able to get to us. The Charger couldn’t offer that kind of protection.
“We can’t hold. We’ve got to fall back. Grab everything you can and get in the Humvee.”
Both Shu and Spec-4 jumped into action instantly. I ran around the area and snagged all of the fallen guns, including Henderson’s. I yanked his duty belt off and took his radio, too. Then as an afterthought, I ripped the silver badge off of his chest and stuck it in my pocket. Shu grabbed the range bag full of ammo off the top of the Charger and headed for the Humvee.
100 yards
Spec-4 started to drag E-2 towards the back of the Humvee when she noticed he wasn’t moving anymore. One of the bites had severed the femoral artery. E-2 was dead. Unlike Henderson, E-2 would be missed. Pausing only long enough to sigh and shake her head, Spec-4 started pulling the gear off of him. Deftly, she removed the Interceptor vest and extra equipment. She tossed them to Shu, who put them into the back seat of the Humvee. Then she grabbed her own gear and headed for the front seat. Shu leaned over to pick up E-2’s helmet just as I saw his eyes open.
“Shu, look out!”
It was too late. Zomb-E-2 grabbed Shu and sank his teeth into the exposed throat. Blood erupted from the wound and gushed out his mouth as he began savagely tearing pieces out of Shu’s neck. I started to bring up the M-16 when I heard two quick shots ring out. Spec-4 put a 9mm round through both of their heads with her Beretta. They fell together, in a heap.
50 yards
“Screw the helmet! Get in!”
She dove into the open passenger side door as I ran around to the driver’s side. The second wave of zombies was less than 25 yards away as I slammed the door shut and we pulled the locking levers. I pressed the button and waited for the green light. When it came on, I started the engine and it roared to life as the first of the zombies dove on the hood.
“Can they get in?”
“Not a chance. We’ve got bullet proof glass and armor plating. Unless one of them has an AT-4 [1] , we’re good.”
“For now,” I muttered.
I slid the transmission into gear and mashed the accelerator to the floor. Spinning the wheels, I headed south towards Springfield. The powerful engine had no problems knocking its way through the leaders of the pack. As I jerked the wheel from side to side, the zombie on the hood went tumbling off into the median.
“Where a re we heading?” asked Spec-4, catching her breath.
“Back into town,” I said, swerving around a knot of zombies in the road.
“Are you nuts? You do realize that there’s gonna be a lot more of those things there.”
“You’re welcome to get out anywhere you want, but I’m going back for my wife and kids,” I said.
“Somehow, I get the feeling we’re better off sticking together.”
As we approached the overpass at the town of Fair Grove, most of the zombies were well in our dust. We could see two Fair Grove Police cars, one on either side of the bridge. Four officers were desperately trying to defend the bridge from more than fifty zombies on each side. I started to slow down and look for a way up there, but the off-ramps were clogged with traffic on both sides.
“Tell me you’re not doing what I think you’re doing,” said Spec-4.
“Hold on to something,” I said as I turned and started climbing the embankment.
The wheels dug in and the powerful engine pulled us up the hill without effort. As we emerged at the top of the ramp, I rammed two parked cars and knocked them careening into a group of zombies. This had the desired effect of getting their attention.
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