When There's No More room In Hell: A Zombie Novel Read Online Free PDF

continuous thunder of the machine guns above in the turrets, and the high-pitched cracks and snaps as the vehicles took round after round.  The smell of cordite was thick in the air as the guns discharged their ammunition and the spent brass casings fell on to the floor of the vehicle. Marcus’ eyes began to sting and water.
    Marcus watched over his shoulder as his driver did his best to reverse at speed. The third vehicle was swaying as it tried to avoid debris in the road. A sudden ball of flame and a large puff of pale grey smoke erupted from the right hand side of the road between two buildings. It streaked across the open ground and smashed into the fourth vehicle with a heavy thud, quickly followed by a huge bang and flash of light. The SUV rocked from the impact and almost toppled onto its side. The vehicle was torn wide open, and debris flew in all directions. It exploded instantly and the three remaining vehicles slammed on their brakes.
    For a short moment, Marcus watched in horror as a second rocket snaked in their direction. “RPG right,” he screamed and instinctively crouched in his seat. The rocket was high, and passed over his vehicle. A third missile came at them, this time aimed at the front vehicle; the insurgents were trying to block them off by disabling the front and rear vehicles, causing them to be trapped in the killing area. It punched its way through the rear of the lead SUV, passing through without detonating but damaging the rear axle and drive capability in the process.
    The crew of the lead vehicle began to bail out on the left hand side, using the SUV as cover from the enemy fire. All three of them began to hammer the numerous firing points with their rifles and machine gun.
    The turret gunner, a tall skinny American named Jim, was naked from the waist down. The rocket, as it had passed through, had created a vacuum inside the vehicle, taking Jim’s trousers with it as it punched through the other side. If it wasn’t for the desperation of the situation, it would’ve been almost amusing to Marcus, watching him running about with his balls on show, firing a machine gun.
    Marcus made a quick appraisal of the situation; moving forward was out of the question, and their retreat was blocked. The tyres were shot to pieces and they had no way of crossing over the central reservation. Civilian vehicles were left and right, with their drivers either dead or wounded, or having run for cover as soon as the shooting started. They were stuck in the killing area.
    “Okay boys, abandon ship. We need to get out of this rocket magnet and get out on foot.”
    Eddie and Sini didn't need to be told twice. They grabbed their weapons and ammunition and bailed out to the left, taking up firing positions to the front and rear of the vehicle.
    Marcus thumbed his radio . “Ian, we are gonna have to bug out on foot. How’s Nicky? Have you got eyes on with the rear vehicle, any survivors?”
    Ian’s booming voice came back, “Nick is in shit state. He took one through the jaw, but he’s still conscious and able to move. The rear vehicle is fucked mate. I haven’t seen anyone crawl out and I think they're all dead, Marcus.”
    He couldn’t afford to lose his head over it just yet. He needed to get what remained of the team out of the immediate area. “Roger that, Ian. You, Yan, and Nick, keep the clients close together and push to the far side of the road. The more vehicles we have between us and them, the better. All acknowledge.”
    A chorus of “roger” and double clicks came through his ear piece as everyone understood what needed to be done. Marcus remained crouched behind his damaged and smouldering vehicle as the crack of rounds continued to fill the air around them.
    He pulled a smoke grenade from his tactical vest. “Stu, you got smoke?” he shouted to the lead vehicle. Stu didn't hear him due to the noise of the guns around him, including his own as he continued to suppress the enemy