A World Alone (Dead World Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

receive another pump of adrenalin. Majority of the
infected are shambling slowly, but the newer ones are running, sprinting
towards me.
    My lungs burn with every shallow breath I take, my legs already aching for a
rest. I'm not even half-way down the street before I'm drenched with sweat. I
throw another look over my shoulder, a glance that lasts no longer than a
second but is more than enough time for me to see them, a few hundred feet
away, just rounding the corner now.
    Every muscle in my body strains as I force myself to keep going. And then I
realize, this could be it. This could be how I die. I didn't think this in the
gas station because I knew those two hillbillies were nothing to worry about.
But I've never faced a horde before, and I've only ever outrun four fresh
infected at one time, not twenty. And I got lucky that time.
    Luck seems to have abandoned me tonight.
    Every house and store I pass have closed doors. It's too much of a risk to
try and open one, if it's locked I might not have time to try and break it
open.
    Fatigue begins to settle on me, embracing the muscles in my legs and slowing
them down. I push them harder, willing them not to give up, not yet. I don't
worry about making noise anymore. Screw staying silent. If anymore infected
join them now it will make no difference. I grunt and cry as I run, looking up
and down the street for anything that could work to my advantage.
    And that's when I see it. A bright yellow dot, just like the sun, sitting
outside of a building a few hundred meters away.
    I huff out a sound that might have been a laugh as I push myself harder.
Gritting my teeth, I sprint the distance remaining and slam myself against the
side of the jeep, parked outside of a bar. Why would he need to go into a bar?
The thought leaves me at the scream of an infected. Clutching at the handle of
the car door, I get a grip and tug harshly, frowning as it remains shut.
    The goddamn asshole locked it.
    I step back from the jeep, my hands trembling at my sides as I look down the
road at the infected still running towards me. I turn towards the bar and run
inside, slamming the door shut behind me. My head snaps around the dark
interior as my wide eyes search. They settle on a figure hunched over the
counter, gently swaying on a stool, broken bottles littering the ground around
him. Their shards blinking like crystals in the moonlight.
    "You have got to be kidding me," I huff as I run towards him,
crunching on shards of glass as I reach the wooden bar. I grab onto his arm and
shake him hard. His head lifts up, the stench of alcohol filtering his breath.
    "We have to go, now," I command, trying to pull him off the stool
while keeping him upright.
    His eyes lock with mine, hazy in reflection as he reaches a hand out to
caress my cheek.
    "Princess?" he mutters, his eyes brimming with the crystal shine
of tears. I lift his heavy arm up and loop it over my shoulders, seriously
deliberating whether I should just take the keys from him and leave.
    "Whatever floats your boat, buddy," I strain as he stumbles and
pushes majority of his weight onto me. He begins mumbling strings of words that
are so knotted together they don't make sense. Looking around the small bar,
shadows begin to throw themselves against the colored windows as the infected
draw near. Their wails audible even from inside.
    It's too late to run.
    I look around again, for any place to hide. Under a table? In the bathroom?
My gaze settles on the bar in front of us. Wasting no more time I carry the
both of us around the counter, dropping us on the floor as the door of the bar is
thrown open. My nails dig into the carpet of a small mat I have landed on as the
sounds of several infected fill the bar. Beads of sweat drip from my nose as my
trembling hands lift the carpet and slide it to the side. A small handle,
embedded into the wood glints up at me as a crash sounds nearby.
    Pushing myself up I dig my fingers into the latch and wrench it open.