Humanity's Death: A Zombie Epic (29 page)

Now she was gone forever.

10

Okona never saw the last set of soldiers until it
was too late.

“Get down!” The steaming stream of a rocket
launched towards them. A heavy explosion erupted. Okona was knocked
unconscious, almost dead. Andre laid against a town house
apartment, nearly thirty feet away. His face was missing, only a
bloody skeletal face remained. His body was ripped apart from the
torso down, his stomach splayed open, guts falling out. What skin
that was left, was horribly charred.

Tasha was furthest away and remained relatively
unscathed, but was left quite dizzy. Her vision was unfocused and
for a moment she thought it was Okona's bald head moving her way.
As the figure got closer, she saw the insane eyes of a man much
taller than Okona, and much bigger. The man's face was smeared in
blood and ash. He carried a large ax in his right hand. His belt
was filled with shot gun shells. The shot gun itself, a Mossberg 20
gauge, strapped hard against his back. She reached for her pistol
but only found burned leather. The pistol had been blown off. From
behind her, she heard running footsteps. She tried to turn, but
strong arms mangled around her neck, tightening into a sleeper
hold. The world went black soon after and the men carried her off
with them.

11

Duras found them like that. With Vice’s help, he
carried Okona and Chris into the main cathedral and dressed their
wounds.

Okona came to and spoke. “I think they took
her... Tasha...”

“They did. But we’ll get her back.” Duras said.
“They took my Mary Jane too.”

Rhino and Iceman entered the cathedral dragging
a man; he kicked and screamed as they tied him to a chair.

Okona and Duras stood above him, their faces
dark with smoke, blood, and rage.

Duras looked at the name on his uniform. “Listen
closely, Lieutenant Thompson. I'm gonna give you five seconds to
spill what I want to know. Then I'm gonna cut you open nice and
slow.”

Lieutenant Thompson looked up, his face black
and blue, his eyes wide and scared. “We were just the first wave. A
scouting force. We weren’t supposed to attack. But we did. And when
Cap learns about what happened here, he will come and finish the
job. You people are dead men! It was your own damn people that
helped us! FOOLS! FOOLS!” He cackled loudly, a man's final cry.

“Who! Who you bastard!”

“The Hoods! That's who! You're dead! You are
DEAD!”

“Enough!” Duras took his bat’leth and swung with
all his might. Lieutenant Thomson’s head came off and toppled to
the floor.

“He's talking about the Seekers.” Okona said to
no one in particular.

“Boss, take a look at this.” Vice walked up and
handed the shaking Duras a map. “I found it on him.”

Duras looked at the map. It was clear where the
Militia was held up; and where their next mission would take place.
For the rest of the night they rested and prepared to leave. By the
time they left at morning’s first light, a horde was moving into
the city.

“The City of God?” Okona said. “Now it’s the
City of the Dead.”

And so the survivors left the city and ventured
out into the unknown. Their destination: the Militia’s largest
strong hold in Columbia, SC where nearly five thousand drugged
soldiers waited.

The Epic
Continues

Humanity’s Death: The Battle for
Columbia

Humanity's Death: The Final Solution

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Author

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About the
Author

D.S.
Black is author of
Humanity’s Death: A Zombie Epic, Humanity's Death: The
Battle for Columbia,
and
Humanity's Death: The Final Solution.
As a child and teen, he fell in love with
horror, starting with R.L. Stine's Goosebumps series, eventually
graduating to the works of Stephen King, among others. He always
seemed on the outskirts of normal and acceptable behavior and
thinking. During his twenties he smoked a bit too much weed and
dropped too much acid; but by the time he hit thirty, writing books
became a passion. He resides in Spartanburg, SC with his fun, wild,
and lovable Rottweiler Commando.