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River Of Night – Snippet 47
This book is available now so this is the last snippet. River Of Night - Snippet 47 He was inside the Watts Bar electrical generation station watch office, which was built into a stout concrete blockhouse. Stantz had made it into their command center. All of the usual plant equipment as well as the more recently installed pieces could be monitored and operated from there. The large observation windows were sealed with several sections of painted plywood that were currently down and latched, but which could be swung up and clipped to the...
River Of Night – Snippet 46
River Of Night - Snippet 46 CHAPTER 14 Dave Khorbish squinted through the binoculars. His small convoy of Gleaners had not cleared infected as they proceeded, so discretion and sound discipline remained the order of the day. Green had set his team to identifying which crossings of the Tennessee River were open. Or open-ish. Khorbish was also to identify which dams were intact and where uninfected humans might be clustered. They had started below Chattanooga. Wheeler, Guntersville, Nickajack – Khorbish checked dam after dam from his list -...
River Of Night – Snippet 45
River Of Night - Snippet 45 If they continued to pursue, that is. Tom had gotten lucky. The leg wound was mostly superficial, but he had disinfected and bandaged himself in order to give the wound a change to knit. Pascoe was worse off. He would probably keep his eye, but wooden splinters from a bullet impact on the trunk they used for a shooting rest had driven into his eyes, nose and mouth. The swelling was comical. When it receded they would know more about his long term outlook. Tom turned and looked into the back seat while Fat Ralph...
River Of Night – Snippet 44
River Of Night - Snippet 44 CHAPTER 13 The bag over Paul's head was speckled with blood. "Do zombies even sleep?" asked the newly appointed security guard. "This guy has been limp for hours." "After we confirmed the diagnosis I had him tranked," Schweizer said, lowering the tailgate on the diesel pickup. "Just get him off the truck. We're the only three that know the whole story. We dump him, you shoot him and we go, right?" "Whoa, what? Why didn't we just do this at camp?" whined the former townie. "Just bury his ass in the ditch outside the...
River Of Night – Snippet 43
River Of Night - Snippet 43 ### Junior and Pascoe had the midnight to two watch. Situated at the edge of a small copse overlooking the crossroads, the pair lay behind Junior's leetle fren'. Although he had been teaching Smith and Ralph the manual of arms for the weapon, Junior remained the most proficient gunner for the antique machine gun. It wasn't unusual to hear the occasional zombie wander within hearing distance. This night was no different. A single infected, as far as they could tell, had drifted across their front a few times. So...
River Of Night – Snippet 42
River Of Night - Snippet 42 ### It was time for a shower and some sleep. Paul stepped into his CHU. The heavy blackout drapes which he had improvised in order to make easier to sleep during daylight hours were drawn shut. He quickly closed the door in order to preserve the cooler interior temperature and began to step across to the window to get some more light. "Uunnh!" Paul grunted as he doubled over, absorbing a powerful blow across his abdomen. He collapsed to one knee, but drove upwards into the direction of the attack, only to absorb...
River Of Night – Snippet 41
River Of Night - Snippet 41 CHAPTER 12 "I'm getting really tired of all the fucking zombies," declared Rob Robbins, Sr. They had departed the ranch shortly after the two bank SUVs had moved out on their delaying mission. Despite difficult roads, Kaplan's experience to date had improved their navigation and they'd made better time than the original group. One thing that both trips had in common however, was the number of infected that stood in their way. "This ain't shit," Kaplan said. "You shoulda seen New York on the way out. Now that was a...
River Of Night – Snippet 40
River Of Night - Snippet 40 He hated to use one of their few remotely ignited charges for nothing more than a delaying tactic, but he had committed to the bridge. The remotes had the advantage of omitting wires, making them easier to conceal. Additionally, timing was simpler since he could wait for the proper moment to explode the charge. But, Murphy always takes a cut. Tom's gamble hadn't paid off, so he was only going to get a few individuals, not a truck. Lesson learned there. Or relearned, as it were. Chagrined, he dug the firing remote...