Dead Island: Operation Zulu (26 page)
"Captain, how did you know he wouldn’t have dropped the grenade on us?" Newman asked as they stood outside the huge mansion.
"It’s Lis now, Alby."
"Alright, Lis. Sounds a lil' weird, but okay. How did ya know?"
"He's a narcissist. He didn't want to die." Brooks smiled as she watched Sanchez and Jefferson walk out of the estate's huge front doors. Both men carried heavy black canvas bags, which they loaded into the Pit Bull. West walked across the cobblestone driveway carrying a mini-14, and nodded at them.
"Clear. We 'ave security all wrapped up. Washington's double checking the pool area, but it all checks out."
"Good." Lis noticed Crossley and Jackson were both struggling with a huge painting of a nude female. "Hey!"
"Listen, General," Crossley, said dropping his end on the cobblestone. "This beauty is going to look fantastic in our office. Black won’t miss it."
Brooks shook her head and waved them off.
"I guess we’re done," Wu said as he carried two more of the black canvas bags out.
"You leave the journals and all the photos out?"
"Oh yeah." Wu handed the bags up to Sanchez, who was already inside the big vehicle. "That scumbag is going to be exposed for the pervert he is."
"Excellent." Brooks watched as the others finished loading up the Pit Bull. Once they were done, she called them all over. Newman, Wu, West, Sanchez, Jefferson, Washington, and the two pilots, Crossley and Jackson, all gathered around in a semi-circle.
"Black had about fifty million dollars stashed in his house," Wu said. "Probably more hidden in the walls."
"Too bad we don’t have time to find it all," Washington said.
"Fifty million is good enough," Brooks said, glancing around at the group. "We split it up among our fallen comrades' families, the refugees we brought with us, and all of us, I’d say that’s a pretty damn good haul."
"Here." Newman had his big hands full of crystal shot glasses. He handed each one of the group a glass, then hefted a bottle from the small canvas bag by his right leg. Inside were several other bottles. He opened the top and said, "Glenfiddich Janet Sheed Roberts." He poured them all a shot. "1955. Worth about a hundred grand."
"Asshole liked his Scotch," Sanchez said, swirling his glass.
Brooks smiled solemnly and raised her glass. "We lost a lot of good people …" She choked up a little and caught herself. "To the fallen."
"To the fallen!" They all quickly swallowed their shots and then tossed the glasses behind them onto the cobblestone driveway where they shattered.
"Hey, Captain Lis," Newman said, "let’s get the fuck outta here! That basement is gonna blow soon, and we don’t need to be here."
"Right, right!" She nodded. "You heard the sergeant. Let’s get the fuck outta here!"
The group cheered and broke for the Pit Bull. Newman and Jefferson climbed into the cab while the others filled up the back. As Newman slid into the driver's seat and cranked over the engine, he noticed something stuck into the dash. It was a makeshift CD player.
"Fuck is that, mate?" Newman frowned.
"CD player, Alby." Jefferson grabbed a disc from somewhere and shoved it inside the newly installed stereo. "Wu and I put it in yesterday."
"Looks like shit," the big Aussie said, staring at the wires dangling from the front of it.
"Yeah, but it sounds great!” Jefferson pressed the volume button all the way. Rare Earths' "I Just Want to Celebrate" boomed through the cheap speakers. The former Marine smiled proudly as Newman began bobbing his head to the music.
"I like that, mate!" Newman said, steering the Pit Bull through the mansion's open front gates. "Hey, Washington told me you like to get it on with deaders."
"What?" Jefferson shook his head, exasperated. "No, he’s the one—"
"Whatever, mate. That’s cool with me. I once knew a guy. He had this sheep …"
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This is the first book in a series of nine, about an ordinary bunch of friends, and their plight to survive an apocalypse in Australia.
-- Deep beneath defense headquarters in the Australian Capital Territory, the last ranking Army chief and a brilliant scientist struggle with answers to the collapse of the world, and the aftermath of an unprecedented virus. Is it a natural mutation, or does the infection contain -- more sinister roots? -- One hundred and fifty miles away, five friends returning from a month-long camping trip slowly discover that death has swept through the country. What greets them in a gradual revelation is an enemy beyond compare. -- Armed with dwindling ammunition, the friends must overcome their disagreements, utilize their individual skills, and face unimaginable horrors as they battle to reach their hometown...
Nuclear war has destroyed human civilization.
Captain Jake Phillips wakes into a dangerous new world, where he finds the remaining fragments of the population living in a series of strongholds, connected across the country. Uneasy alliances have maintained their safety, but things are about to change. -- Discovery
leads to danger.
-- Skye Reed, a tracker from the Omega stronghold, uncovers a threat that could spell the end for their fragile society. With friends and enemies revealing truths about the past, she will need to decide who to trust. -- Sixth
Cycle
is a gritty post-apocalyptic story of survival and adventure.
Darren Wearmouth
~
Carl Sinclair
For close to a thousand years they waited,
waited for the old knowledge to fade away into the mists of myth. They waited for a re-birth of the time of legend for the time when demons ruled and man was the fodder upon which they fed. They waited for the time when the old gods die and something new was anxious to take their place
. A young couple was all that stood between humanity and annihilation
. Ill equipped and shocked by the horrors thrust upon them they would fight in the only way they knew how, tooth and nail. Would they be enough to prevent the creation of the feasting hordes? Were they alone able to stand against evil banished from hell?
Would the horsemen ride when humanity failed?
The earth would rue the day a splinter group set up shop in Cold Spring.
The world is at war with the Primal Virus. Military forces across the globe have been recalled to defend the homelands as the virus spreads and decimates populations.
Out on patrol and assigned to a remote base in Afghanistan, Staff Sergeant Brad Thompson’s unit was abandoned and left behind, alone and without contact. They survived and have built a refuge, but now they are forgotten. No contact with their families or commands. Brad makes a tough decision to leave the safety of his compound to try and make contact with the States, desperate to find rescue for his men.
What he finds is worse than he could have ever predicted.
