Way of the Undead Page 30
In the dark, Mark again awoke, lying, eyes-wide, listening as a constant drip pelt down near the mouth of the cave. It was only a nightmare, he considered, enjoying a moment of silence just before the sound of his old CB radio echoed loudly throughout the shelter. Somehow, strangely, an old familiar voice rang out over the speaker amplified within the confined rocky surroundings. “This is Sergeant Haddock of the United States Army. We need your help!”
