The Last Outbreak (Book 1): Awakening by Jeff Olah
Authors: Jeff Olah
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
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at his back. Sparks rose from the right and left sides, as it appeared to gain momentum sliding downhill across the snow dusted asphalt.
The slope he came to rest on was blocked in on three sides. The only way to avoid having the gargantuan bus drift off the highway and directly into him was to go toward it. Scaling the short ascent, he begged his legs for more.
As it sunk in that he would be unable to completely clear the scene, Griffin took two more steps forward and turned his back on the charging giant. He wrapped his arms around his head and braced for a direct hit.
Brilliant flashes of white lightning shot across his eyes as he went airborne. Shockwaves of agony traveled from his hips up into the base of his neck and then back down to his feet as he tumbled head over heels between the trunks of two large trees. On his back and sliding to a stop in the thick underbrush, he listened for his own heartbeat.
The world went silent as Griffin came to rest ten feet beyond the windshield of the bus. Covered in upturned soil and craning his neck from right to left, the pain running the length of his body appeared to only be superficial. Pulling his legs toward his chest and rounding his shoulders, he took in a deep breath. “So, I’m still here, I just hope that’s a good thing.”
Pushing up onto his feet, he ran his hands up and down his legs and over his torso. Other than the feeling that every nerve ending covering his six-foot frame had been lit on fire, he appeared to have avoided any serious damage. He could walk and for the moment had full use of his extremities. He was now obligated to help with the chaotic mess just inside the bus at his feet.
Grasping the underside of the wheel-well, Griffin pulled his way up to the hillside in time to see the SUV fully engulfed in flames. As he moved to the opposite end, the blaze began to spread to the bus where the two touched, near the larger vehicle’s rear roofline.
Griffin moved quickly between the two men with whom he’d spent the last several hours, both having sustained fatal injuries when thrown from the roadway. Still unable to completely understand this situation or how he got here, he took a full trip around both vehicles, searching for a spot to climb onto the bus and get to those who had begun to scream for help.
Back to the front end, Griffin was left with only one option. Running back toward the SUV, he searched the forest floor and came away with the base of the tire jack. Having to slide Joe’s body aside, a chill tore through his body as he paused and imagined the grotesquely deformed man’s eyes opening.
Back to the bus’s windshield, Griffin stepped to the side and hoisted the thirty pound jack overhead. Arching back and then leaning in, he catapulted the awkwardly heavy metal object at the corner of the already cracked glass.
The windshield splintered into a thousand pieces and crumbled onto the passenger compartment. Reaching in, he retrieved the jack and slid it out of the way. His hand on the steering wheel, Griffin squatted down and gazed into the wrecked interior. As the cries for help and the flames grew at the rear of the bus, Griffin stepped inside. “I’m gonna need some help.”
10
The only other resident employed by BXF Technologies was Shannon. Her job title was receptionist, but Ethan suspected she was much, much more. She was courteous, but deeply private. Most days she wore a fire engine red blouse and jet black polyester slacks. She lived on the opposite side of town and was never seen out of her home after sunset. Considerate and attractive, she was also agonizingly professional.
She offered Ethan and David a greeting each and every morning, and not much conversation beyond that. She showed up at eight in the morning, every morning. She promptly shut down her computer at five in the afternoon and rarely if ever left the building. You could set your clock by this woman. But not
The slope he came to rest on was blocked in on three sides. The only way to avoid having the gargantuan bus drift off the highway and directly into him was to go toward it. Scaling the short ascent, he begged his legs for more.
As it sunk in that he would be unable to completely clear the scene, Griffin took two more steps forward and turned his back on the charging giant. He wrapped his arms around his head and braced for a direct hit.
Brilliant flashes of white lightning shot across his eyes as he went airborne. Shockwaves of agony traveled from his hips up into the base of his neck and then back down to his feet as he tumbled head over heels between the trunks of two large trees. On his back and sliding to a stop in the thick underbrush, he listened for his own heartbeat.
The world went silent as Griffin came to rest ten feet beyond the windshield of the bus. Covered in upturned soil and craning his neck from right to left, the pain running the length of his body appeared to only be superficial. Pulling his legs toward his chest and rounding his shoulders, he took in a deep breath. “So, I’m still here, I just hope that’s a good thing.”
Pushing up onto his feet, he ran his hands up and down his legs and over his torso. Other than the feeling that every nerve ending covering his six-foot frame had been lit on fire, he appeared to have avoided any serious damage. He could walk and for the moment had full use of his extremities. He was now obligated to help with the chaotic mess just inside the bus at his feet.
Grasping the underside of the wheel-well, Griffin pulled his way up to the hillside in time to see the SUV fully engulfed in flames. As he moved to the opposite end, the blaze began to spread to the bus where the two touched, near the larger vehicle’s rear roofline.
Griffin moved quickly between the two men with whom he’d spent the last several hours, both having sustained fatal injuries when thrown from the roadway. Still unable to completely understand this situation or how he got here, he took a full trip around both vehicles, searching for a spot to climb onto the bus and get to those who had begun to scream for help.
Back to the front end, Griffin was left with only one option. Running back toward the SUV, he searched the forest floor and came away with the base of the tire jack. Having to slide Joe’s body aside, a chill tore through his body as he paused and imagined the grotesquely deformed man’s eyes opening.
Back to the bus’s windshield, Griffin stepped to the side and hoisted the thirty pound jack overhead. Arching back and then leaning in, he catapulted the awkwardly heavy metal object at the corner of the already cracked glass.
The windshield splintered into a thousand pieces and crumbled onto the passenger compartment. Reaching in, he retrieved the jack and slid it out of the way. His hand on the steering wheel, Griffin squatted down and gazed into the wrecked interior. As the cries for help and the flames grew at the rear of the bus, Griffin stepped inside. “I’m gonna need some help.”
10
The only other resident employed by BXF Technologies was Shannon. Her job title was receptionist, but Ethan suspected she was much, much more. She was courteous, but deeply private. Most days she wore a fire engine red blouse and jet black polyester slacks. She lived on the opposite side of town and was never seen out of her home after sunset. Considerate and attractive, she was also agonizingly professional.
She offered Ethan and David a greeting each and every morning, and not much conversation beyond that. She showed up at eight in the morning, every morning. She promptly shut down her computer at five in the afternoon and rarely if ever left the building. You could set your clock by this woman. But not
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