Slow Burn (Book 5): Torrent Read Online Free PDF

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Chapter 5
    Murphy’s eyes went wide with the adrenaline.
    I was sure my eyes were just as wide as I raced through options in my mind, trying to come up with an escape plan.
    All three of the helices changed direction on some silent cue and started to spiral in on us.
    My panic rose under my attempts to quash it.
    Murphy shouted, “Fuck this. C’mon!” With his weapon on his hip, he took off at full speed toward our original destination, the forest behind the maintenance sheds.
    My feet were moving before I even had time to think.
    Our sudden choice to run sent the helices into turmoil as the leaders—presumably Smart Ones—each angled directly toward us.
    I had my pistol up, ready to shoot, but was determined not to use it until the last moment. Once a gun sounded, all of those Whites running around in their helices would lose all sense of order, scream like bloody hell and rush us. Gnashing teeth and tearing fingers would be the last thing I’d see.
    We were on a collision course with the leader of the first helix we saw, and the trees were just fifteen or twenty feet behind him, but so were a whole line of Whites.
    With just a few steps between them, Murphy ripped out a guttural wail, braced his weapon in both hands across the front of his body and charged the Smart One. The Smart One’s brain made the sudden, instinctual switch from predator to prey, and fear hit him almost as hard as Murphy did an instant later. The White never had a chance to react. Murphy bowled over him and barely slowed.
    The helix fell into disarray, but only for a moment.
    A wave of howls tore through the rain, a call to charge, and the disorganized jogging Whites boiled over with berserk rage and came at us.
    Murphy, with better instincts for fighting than me, immediately fired his weapon at a White in front of us. As that one was falling, I popped several rounds toward the Whites between us and the trees. As for those behind, I’d outrun them or I wouldn’t.
    With our path momentarily clear, Murphy crashed into the cedars with me on his heels. Branches tore painlessly at my skin.
    The horde hit the trees a handful of seconds behind us, breaking branches and jamming themselves into the gaps in the foliage. The dense branches would only give so far. The Whites tripped over one another, screaming in frustration.
    We got some distance on them, but ran at a careless speed.
    The thicket of trees was not as wide as the clearing we’d just crossed, and before I knew it, we broke out on the other side. We were on clear, bone-strewn ground again with another helix of Whites coming around a bend off to our left and bearing down on the ruckus. We were right in their path.
    To our right, I saw a rectangular section of barbed wire-topped chain-link fence surrounding two berms, with flat concrete walls at the front of each. Centered on each wall was a doorway large enough to drive through. One bunker was sealed by a heavy metal door. The door on the other bunker was slid to the side on its tracks leaving it open.
    “The ammunition bunkers !” I shouted.
    Murphy veered right, willing to accept any idea, any direction.
    It was a foot race between us and the helix rounding the bend.
    We ran, demanding every painful spasm of speed we could wrench out of our lungs and legs. Our lives depended on it, and it was going to be close.
    Without breaking stride, and with the leaders of the new helix just a few dozen feet away, Murphy let go with several bursts of his rifle and four or five Whites at the front fell. Those behind tumbled over.
    That bought us the time we needed. We crossed through the open gate in the chain-link fence and headed toward the open bunker.
    That’s when it occurred to me. “We can’t go in there.
    “Fuck that.” Murphy crossed through the threshold and turned to make an attempt at closing the door.
    “We’ll be trapped in here if we shut that door.”
    “I don’t know what the fuck you want me to do , but you