Free Zombie Killers: AMBUSH: Irregular Scout Team One Book Six (Zombie Killer Blues 6) by John F Holmes

and threw her down on the ground in front of me. Brit struggled to her knees and spit on him, blood and a tooth hitting his face.
    “Fuck you, you fucking faggot, I’ve killed better men than you with my bare hands!” said Brit, and he slapped her again, across the face, starting to laugh high and maniacally. “DO IT! KILL ME, YOU FUCKING PUSSY!” she yelled at him. He drew a police issue 9mm Berretta and thumbed back the hammer, pushing the gun forward into Brit’s face. She turned away from the bullet that would be coming at her, and looked at me with her one good eye, a slight smile on her bloody face.
    I shot Martin, just as his gun barked. 
     

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    And missed.
    I missed because his hip exploded. It was followed by the deep BOOM of a Barrett .50 caliber rifle, echoing across the open field. A spray of blood erupted from the side of Brit’s head, and she fell to the ground screaming, clasping her hand to her ear.
    Burns raised his shotgun, and I fired again, two shots to his chest, and the pistol slide locked back, empty. Both impacted on the body armor he must have been wearing under his shirt. He staggered back, then raised the shotgun again, pointed it at me and fired.
    Billy Ball leapt in front of me and caught the full load of buckshot in his gut. They had taken his body armor off when they chained him up, and he crumpled onto the ground, mortally wounded. Gunfire crackled from the woods and Burns ran, throwing aside the shotgun, even as rounds zipped past him to smack into the wall of the town. He slipped inside the gate and was gone.
    I pulled furiously at the chains, desperately trying to get to Brit as chaos erupted around us. Gunshots boomed and people started screaming. I reached the end length of the chain holding me, and Brit crawled slowly over, trying to stop the blood gushing from her mangled ear. I grabbed her hand and pulled her tight against me.
    “Nick,” she sobbed “why the hell do I always get shot? Why can’t YOU get shot, just for once?” I tore at my shirt, but I was so weak that I couldn’t even get it started. She slipped a small razor blade from somewhere on her body, and handed it to me. Cutting off a long piece of my T-shirt, I wrapped it around her head, covering the damaged ear. Her blazing red hair was black with blood, and she was pissed and in pain. She shoved me over to Bill, who was still moaning feebly.
    Sergeant Ball had blood running from his mouth, and his hands were clasped over his stomach, holding his guts in. “Before you go thinking I saved your life, I tripped, is all” he said, and collapsed sideways from his sitting position. I cradled his head in my lap, trying to get a look at his wound.
    “Jesus Christ, this fucking hurts, Nick,” he managed to choke out. “I guess you ain’t going to get that thousand dollars I owed you and Jonesy from” and he coughed again, sending blood flying “from that spades game in Cali.” Blood started flowing from his mouth, and I frantically tried to push his hand away from his stomach, but he grasped my arm and coughed out “Tell my brothers I’ll see them in Valhalla, Nick” even as the light went out of his eyes. I screamed out loud with pain and anguish. Another old friend gone. I reached down with my blood soaked hand and closed his eyes. “I’ll tell your brothers you died well, Bill.” I sat back and wept silent tears.
    At that moment, Lisa Cappochi appeared in front of me as if by magic, with six other multicam covered figures. Another dozen rushed past, weapons at the ready, and filed in through the open gate. She reached down and, bracing her legs against the tree trunk, broke my chains by brute force. “Do you even lift, Bro,” she said, handing me an extra rifle.
    Doc Williams from Team Three started putting a real bandage around Brit’s head. I shakily stood up on my one good leg. “Where’s Jimmy?” I asked.
    “He got wounded in the ambush. He’ll be ok, but we left him at Fort