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Authors: Simon Smith-Wilson
Zombies: The Black Rock
Zombies:
The Black Rock
By
Simon Smith-Wilson
Copyright © 2015
Zombies:
The Black Rock
Simon
Smith-Wilson
Books by Simon Smith-Wilson
***
Five
Days Notice (City of Sin1)
Three
weeks have drifted by since Bishop was turned into one of the walking
dead. At first he had been a brainless corpse fuelled by his lust for
flesh, but the more you eat, the more of yourself you regain. Bishop
is hot on the trail of his wife. His revenge is close at hand. No
matter how hard he tries, he cannot shake the image of his
six-year-old daughter’s death. He had killed her. He had eaten
her. He had bitten out her throat. He deserved to die for what he
did, but first he had to find his wife. He had to find the woman that
used his daughter as a human shield. Colt and the survivors find
refuge at a military base close to outbreak ground zero. A black rock
that came from space stands high above the city. Scientists study the
alien asteroid in the hope of finding a cure to the zombie virus, but
instead they find something born from the nightmares of the
criminally insane. Colt and Bishop are caught up in a violent
bloodbath, as an army of the dead is controlled by some mysterious
force in this incredible action-packed sequel.
Ellen
walked through the dark foreboding house. Blue flashes of light shone
through the gaps in the boarded up windows, offering momentary
illumination. The storm outside was getting worse. The rain was
battering the side of the house. It sounded like someone was throwing
pebbles at the abandoned building. Upstairs she could hear the
children giggling, as they played in the back bedroom. It was then
that a scent caught her nose. It was a foreign smell. It was a smell
that meant danger. Ellen spun to face the boarded up bay windows.
Shadowy figures were moving around the front of the house.
‘
Oh
no,’ she gasped.
Ellen
charged out the living room and into the hallway.
The
front door burst open, spraying broken wood everywhere.
Wide
eyes looked at the hooded figure holding the handgun. Lightning
crackled across the horizon. Ellen made a split second decision. She
had to lead them away from the children. She had to get them out of
the house. Three gunshots echoed through the house, as Ellen sprinted
down the hallway into the kitchen. All three bullets struck her in
the upper back. One bullet cut through her lung, as another
penetrated her heart, but she didn’t stop running. Suddenly,
the back door opened. Another figure was stood there holding a long
rifle. A fourth bullet struck Ellen through the back of the leg,
blowing out her kneecap. Her momentum carried her forward, but
gravity was doing its work. She grasped at the figure. It was a
blonde haired, blue eyed man. Ellen pulled him down, landing on top
of him. The man grabbed her throat, as Ellen’s rotting teeth
snapped shut, biting at the air.
‘
Help,’
he screamed, ‘help me!’
***
‘
Out
the way,’ said Natasha, knocking Sheridan to the side. The
beautiful black haired woman marched into the house, pistol in hand.
Instantly, she headed up the stairs towards the landing. Water
dripped down through the roof, as the cold air blew in through a
smashed window. Deep brown eyes glanced left and right, high and low,
as she reached the landing. Three of the four doors were shut. Wet
footprints on the carpet led into the open door. Raising her pistol,
she stepped forward. Inch by inch, she moved across the landing and
into the room. A faint orange glow flickered out of the doorway.
Natasha moved into the room. A candle was sat on a dresser. Two
children were cowering in the far corner of the room. They had to be
no older than six years old. Natasha sighed, as she crossed the room.
‘
I’m
scared,’ said the little girl.
‘
I
want my mummy,’ added the little boy.
Two
pairs of dead eyes looked up at Natasha. It was only now that Natasha
could smell the rotting flesh.
‘
Sorry,
kids,’ she announced, before putting a bullet in the little
boys head.
The
little girl screamed, hysterically.
‘
MUMMY!’
A
second gunshot painted blood, brains and gore over the wall.
***
Colt
rushed down the side of the building and stepped out into the garden.
‘Fuck sake,’ he cursed beneath his breath, as he pulled
his combat knife from the belt beneath his poncho. Oliver was lying
on his back, fighting off Ellen, as she chomped at the air, trying to
bite off his face. The zombie had lost all the skin on the back of
its head, exposing white skull to the world. ‘You are always so
fucking messy.’ Colt grabbed Ellen by the scruff of the neck,
hoisted her up and stabbed the tip of his combat knife through the
side of her head. He dropped her lifeless body back down on top of
Oliver. Lisa was following closely behind. The sexy young blonde
soldier laughed, as she stepped over Oliver and into the house.
***
Natasha
came down the stairs, unzipping her wet coat. She was wearing a torn
football jersey underneath. It was slightly too big for her, but
somehow looked good on her. Sheridan was standing in the hallway with
the two kids they had rescued from the massacre at Green Hills.
Dwayne and Nicky were orphans that were no older than eight years of
age. Stood in the broken doorway was Levi. He had led them to this
house, promising them a wealth of supplies.
‘
Where
is the food?’ asked Colt, marching down the hallway.
‘
It’s
in the cellar,’ replied Levi, pointing to a close door beneath
the stairs.
‘
How
do you know all this?’ Sheridan had been meaning to ask him
since the moment they met.
‘
This
was my house.’
‘
Did
you know these people?’
Natasha
walked by them both without even a glance.
‘
Ellen
was my sister in law. The children were my nephew and niece.’
He
headed into the living room, leaving Sheridan with the kids.
***
The
light of his torch offered very little illumination, as Colt inched
his way into the cellar. He cocked his head to one side, straining to
listen for any sounds of movement. The room was pitch black and the
howling winds outside concealed any noises. Slowly, he took one step
at a time. His torch scanned the darkness. Experience dictated that
if something didn’t feel right then something was probably not
right. Going into dark cellars during a zombie apocalypse really was
classified as a bad idea. The issue was that they needed supplies.
The group was hungry and they had found nothing more than scraps
since leaving Green Hills a week ago. Lisa came down the stairs
behind him. Her torch searched the far corners of the room, as Colt
focused on what was directly in front of him. In the middle of the
room, hanging from a ceiling, was a bulb and chain. Colt pulled on
the chain. He braced himself for the assault that was about to
happen. The bulb clicked on, lighting up the small cellar. It wasn’t
as big as the darkness misled them into thinking. Stockpiles of
tinned food and bottled water were stacked against the walls. There
were clothes, sleeping bags, camping equipment and weapons. This was
a gold mine. And better than anything, there was not a single zombie
in sight.
***
The
large white helmet amplified the sound of his breathing. Breath
misted up the visor, as Doctor Baby approached the black rock. The
middle-aged man wore a white biohazard suit and carried an oxygen
tank on his back. In his hand was a black briefcase with all his
equipment. Four hundred yards away high ranking military officials
and renowned scientists watched from a secured room. The black rock
stood at nearly a hundred foot high and was about fifty foot across.
The black rock sat directly in the centre of a deep crater. The
impact of the asteroid had completely destroyed Winchester. Wiping
away century’s worth of history in a blink of an eye. Dark
brown ooze covered the craters landscape. It was an inch deep and
felt like you were walking through slushy snow that was starting to
melt. At the base of the black rock was a ramp that led into a dark
cave. It was as if a drawbridge had been lowered. Doctor Baby clicked
on the two torches attached to his shoulders. He could feel his heart
rate rapidly increasing, as he approached the mouth of the cave.
White smoke was slowly billowing out of the interior. He swallowed
down the lump in his throat. This was the moment he made history.
***
‘
I
am entering the black rock,’ said Doctor Baby.
Doctor
Fills glanced at the other people in the secure command room. Two
dozen important people were stood by the reinforced glass window,
overlooking the crater. The figure in the white biohazard suit looked
so small in comparison to the black rock. The Doctor paused for a
brief moment before heading up the ramp. Commander Val tensed up,
stiffly. This was the moment he had been pushing for. This black rock
held the secret to the zombie plague. The asteroid was the cause of
the mass outbreak.
The
Doctor walked up the ramp.
The
entire room went silent, as he disappeared into the mouth of the dark
cave.
‘
This
is incredible,’ gasped the voice of Doctor Baby.
His
words came out of a speaker above the glass window.
‘
I
have never seen anything like this. This isn’t an asteroid.
This is a space...’
The
ramp leading into the cave slammed shut, cutting off communication
with the doctor.
***
Martin
walked along the perimeter of the fence with Helen. The groans of the
walking dead filled the air, as decaying corpses clawed at the chain
linked fence. The crowd of zombies completely surrounded the base.
The zombie crowd was about five walkers deep. Lifeless eyes watched
the two soldiers walking by.
‘
They
monsters like the look of you, Helen,’ laughed Martin.
‘
That
isn’t funny, Martin.’
‘
I
guess someone has to like the look of you,’ he laughed even
louder.
And
that was when it happened.
The
groaning stopped.
Martin
and Helen came to a standstill.
The
entire zombie horde had stopped their relentless moaning. They were
stood like stone statues.
It
was eerie.
‘
What’s
happening?’ asked Helen.
Martin
felt something hollow pull down on the pit of his stomach. All eyes
were on him.
***
‘
Commander
Val, you have got to see this,’ said a young man with a crew
cut. He was stood at a computer console towards the back of the
command room. Commander Val and Doctor Fills moved away from the
glass window that overlooked the black rock.
‘
What
is it?’ asked Commander Val.
Sirens
began to blare around the base, as red warning lights swirled upon
the walls. Commander Val leaned over the shoulder of the young
soldier and looked at the external feed of the CCTV cameras. He could
hardly believe what he was seeing. The zombie horde outside the base
was on the move. They were marching in formation towards the main
entrance. It was like watching a horrific parade. Rows upon rows of
zombies marched in step with one another. Soldiers behind the chain
linked fences opened fire with assault rifles, but it did nothing to
slow down the horde. Upon reaching the fence, the front row of
zombies turned and hoisted the next row up.
