Flashback Dawn (A Serialized Novel), Part 7: "Generation Zero" E-Book

Wayne Kyle Spitzer

• Herausgeber: Wayne Kyle Spitzer
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

They were coming now, all of them, for Red could hear their excited breathing and rapid footfalls and the gnashing of their teeth—even as the power failed at last and everyone sighted their weapons. Again he looked at the new arrivals, finding it difficult to see them through the halos of their lights, thinking he saw a black man in what looked like a convenience store tunic as well as a man and a woman standing close together and a big woman brandishing what looked like a rocket launcher. So, too, was Lonny there, just as calm and disciplined as could be, as well as an older man wearing what appeared to be coveralls. “Easy, brother,” said the man in the tunic, his voice as resonant and confident and reassuring as any Red had ever heard. “We got your back.”

Leseprobe

FLASHBACK DAWN

by

Wayne Kyle Spitzer

Table of Contents

Title Page

Flashback Dawn (A Serialized Novel), Part 7: "Generation Zero" (Flashback Dawn: A Serialized Novel, #7)

VII | Generation Zero

A Serialized Novel

Copyright © 2018 Wayne Kyle Spitzer. All Rights Reserved. Published by Hobb’s End Books, a division of ACME Sprockets & Visions. Cover design Copyright © 2017 Wayne Kyle Spitzer. Please direct all inquiries to: [email protected]

Based upon “Flashback,” first published by Books in Motion/Classic Ventures, 1993. Reprinted by Hobb’s End Books, 2017.

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VII | Generation Zero

Red was about to try it, to try dropping back so that he was bringing up the rear—Good old Red, in the rear with the gear, he thought insanely—and could engage Napoleon as the others escaped ... when he heard a commotion and broke his own edict not to look back—and realized the smilodon had pounced upon the carnosaur’s back, stopping it in its tracks and resuming the conflict even more ferociously than before.

“We’ve got a chance,” he shouted, putting on a burst of speed, “go, go, go!”

And go they did, slowing down just long enough to scramble over the downed section of fence. And then they were sprinting through the caverns, led by Red’s helmet light—Like Santa’s fucking slay, thought Red—as the nanotyrannosaur and the saber-toothed cat snarled and howled and gnashed their teeth. And Red could only pray that he and Corbin had gotten them all—the cavern raptors—and that Lonny was still alive and waiting for them at the Jeep.

And yet, even given that favorable scenario, he couldn’t help but to wonder what they would do then—for there were more Shambhalans than could possibly fit in or on the SUV ...

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THE BULLET KNOCKED him back as it penetrated Corbin’s shoulder and ricocheted off his clavicle, changing direction so that it blew out his bicep and rattled down the shingles like a little lead rose in bloom.

The bitch got me, he thought. The fucking blue-haired bitch finally got me ...

And then he was rolling down the peaked roof helplessly even as the Nano-Ts gathered below him ... until he gripped the eave using his good arm and hung on desperately, his legs dangling, at which point one of the Ts closed its jaws about his calves and yanked him away—straight into the mouth of another, who caught him by the shoulder and fought to possess him, even as a third animal clamped its teeth about his other shoulder ... the result being a heated tug-of-war which didn’t end until his body came apart like a stuffed pizza (spilling his liver and kidneys and intestines all over the pavement) and his screams of, “Assholes! Assholes!” ended in a wet, gurgling whimper.

And then he slept, only forever, and for a time, dreamed. And in his dreams, which were as absurd as any he had had while alive, he and his men were fighting (and dying) in those awful first hours of the Flashback, even as civilians rode around atop double-decker tourist buses—their clothing protected from the flying blood by clear plastic rain ponchos, their cellphones recording as his men died—and did virtually nothing to help them.

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BLUE ROUNDED THE CORNER of the Gingerbread House just as the Nano-Ts were finishing up, having devoured everything but Corbin’s entrails, and covered her mouth before turning and bolting for safety, which she hastily decided might be found amidst the new construction—the Art Deco pavilions and tubular, futuristic corridors of the expansion, which had been underway before the Flashback.