Contamination: Dead Instinct (Contamination Post-Apocalyptic Zombie Series) Read Online Free PDF

He lashed out with his foot, catching it somewhere—its chest? Its stomach? He wasn't sure. It grunted with the impact, then continued toward him.
    The creature was gaining ground. Isaac backed up, but he was going much slower than the creature, and the disparity of speed was working to the creature's advantage.
    Soon it'd latched onto his legs again, and it crawled up him like a spider, working its way to his face. Isaac let loose a scream. He lost his footing and fell flat on his back, the thing hovering over him.
    Isaac began to jab with the knife. He thrust it into the creature's ribs, its arms, its stomach. He couldn't see what he was aiming at, but he knew enough to keep stabbing. To stop stabbing was to die. He felt pain in his bicep, and he winced. The thing had clawed him, but he kept on. Finally he jabbed it in the head.  
    The creature collapsed on top of him.
    He tried to pull out the knife, but it was lodged in the thing's face. He managed to yank it free, and he wriggled out from underneath its body, his chest heaving.
    Isaac staggered to his feet, barely able to stand.  
    He was about to take a step when a voice rang out across the theater.
    "Isaac? Where the fuck are you?"
    Isaac pulled himself up and over the counter, his vision bleary. Through the front windows of the movie theater, about a hundred yards in the distance, he saw a familiar form. It looked like Scotty.  
    He made his way toward the light, the knife slippery in his hand. The young man was peering inside. Isaac could hear a few creatures moving in the theater, making their way toward the commotion. He picked up his pace.
    When he was halfway across the lobby, he spotted several of the other group members outside. They were already retreating through the streets, leaving the scene behind.
    "Wait!" he hissed, as loud as he dared.
    He waved his arms and darted across the room, afraid that Scotty would miss him. The kid nodded in acknowledgement. Isaac crossed the remainder of the room, then edged sideways through one of the shattered windows.
    After being cooped up in the dark building, the daylight was fierce and unrelenting, and Isaac swiped his eyes to clear his vision.  
    "I thought you were done for," Scotty said.
    "I almost was," Isaac managed.
    "We need to catch up with the others."
    The rest of the group was almost a block away, and they'd already broken into a sprint.  
    Isaac suddenly felt sticky and damp, and he looked down at his shirt, noticing the blood that spattered his front. His hands were speckled and stained; fluid dripped from his face.
    He glanced behind him at the theater. A few creatures were visible in the building, but none were in pursuit.
    "How'd you guys get out?" he asked Scotty.
    "An emergency exit in back," Scotty said, struggling for breath.
    They darted through the street, avoiding piles of refuse and debris. After a minute, they'd narrowed the gap with the others. The young men were moving at a steady clip, training their rifles at the road in front of them.  
    It took Isaac a minute to realize one of them was missing.
    "What happened to—?"
    "Rick didn't make it."
    Isaac glanced instinctively behind them, as if he'd find the other man trailing behind them, but the road was empty.
    "Rick's gone, Isaac," Scotty said, grabbing his arm. "But you're not. So let's get a move on, before we're next."

Chapter Seven

    Ken watched Roberta leap, her body little more than a blur. Before he knew it, she'd latched onto Tony, and Tony screamed out in anger and surprise. Willy released his hold on Ken, and Ken wriggled from his grasp.
    Ken didn't hesitate. He threw an elbow behind him, connecting with Willy's ribs, and then spun around and dove for the man who'd been holding him.  
    The two men fell to the floor in a tangled heap, arms and legs kicking. The knife clattered to the floor. Although Ken had the element of surprise, Willy was stronger, and he immediately began pummeling Ken with his fists. The blows rocked