August Burning (Book 2): Survival
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The mob reeled, scattering and scampering, but there were no more gunshots. The soldiers raised their weapons again, fingers itching to fire. “HOLD!” Troy roared. “You’ll hit the civies.”
Seeing there would be no retribution for his crime, Agis giggled happily as he postured himself behind Joseph for safety.
Liam thought Joseph was looking at him. He thought the man of God was looking at him in the crowd, as he kneeled there on that lip. Hoping it was so, Liam nodded softly.
Joseph rose. Agis stared at him, his lip quivering. “Face the edge again,” he commanded.
Joseph trembled, and drove his right fist into Agis’s throat. Agis squawked like an injured goose and flapped his arms in delirious pain. Joseph hit him again.
As the pale-skinned police officer moved to attack Joseph, Billy tackled him. Annabelle drove her sharp heel into the groaning officer’s yellow teeth till he screamed. Then the others moved, wounded as they were. They swarmed the officers above, kicking and screaming. As Agis teetered on the edge, Joseph kicked him off.
Agis hit the asphalt three stories below with a wet snap. He was still conscious, but he could barely think through the pain. It pulsed through every fiber of his being incessantly, relentlessly. Agis tried to move but couldn’t. He raised an arm to find it flop down halfway through his forearm, white bone chilled by the cold breeze. His lungs screamed at him for air, but his windpipe had collapsed and was hugging his spinal column with glee. There was a shadow. Who was it?
Jaxton accepted the hatchet from Wilder.
He ran his fingers along it. It was rusty, and crude.
Good.
Jaxton raised it above his head and brought its weight down into the form writhing below him.
Agis screamed.
Jaxton handed it to Wilder. Wilder ignored the screaming and raised the hatchet again, with the same result. Wilder passed it to Troy, who passed it to Liam after he too had extracted his blood payment. The form below him was barely recognizable, but it still quivered, just slightly, as if it was a little cold.
Liam brought down the hatchet, and all was silent.
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They survived the Lieutenant’s wrath, but the Infected Hordes are descending on the valley, and the hour is late. The Journey comes to an end in AUGUST BURNING: Last Stand (Book 3) coming soon on all Kindle platforms via Amazon.
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen