Free Decay (Book 2): Humanity by Linus Locke Page B

scramble to make their way to safety.
    The snowy-white path that led up into the mountains north of the small town was filled with bodies. It resembled a parade, marching down the street. Only this parade was pestilence, and the occasion was death. Most of this undead army was covered in the powdery snow from numerous slips and falls. Although the cold slowed them down, the momentum from their decent carried them more quickly than anyone expected.
    The panicked scramble that the town had become had made it hard for anyone to accomplish what they set out to do. Many of the residents sought refuge in their homes while others ran to find their children. Some of them prepared to defend their town. But none of them were ready for what happened next.
    Unseen by the town, the roof of the large tin building opened. The building trembled as the blades of the helicopter spun powerfully, lifted it out and into the air. Elliot checked to confirm the cage had cleared the opening and flew the helicopter toward Moorford. He wanted to make sure he completed his mission. He would stop the war. He would win this war.
    “What is that?” Jonathan asked as he heard the rumble in the distance. There was no need to await an answer, however, as the helicopter quickly came into view. It flew low enough that the powerful gusts of wind knocked down some of the undead horde that was set to overwhelm the town and shrouded them in a cloud of snowy powder.
    “Who is that?” Laikynn asked. She was furious at the thought that some filthy cannibal had taken over the caves up north and stole her helicopter.
    “Elliot,” Jonathan and Laikynn said simultaneously. Jonathan had moments of suspicion about Elliot, but he would have never expected to be betrayed by him.
    “Could it be Elliot?” Laikynn asked, doubting that she could have allowed someone into her camp only to be betrayed twice. The helicopter approached quickly. “He wouldn’t do that to us, would he?”
    “I really hope not.”
    “Well I’ve got something for whoever it is.” Laikynn ran toward the small house that she had made her home.
    “What do we do?” Jonathan yelled. He was brilliant, but he was far from a military strategist. He turned to Guillermo, only to see that his friend had disappeared. “Great! I will figure it out, guys!”
    The helicopter slowed down and hovered over the center of the small town. The roar was deafening above Jonathan and the rush of freezing air brought tears to his eyes as he fought to keep them open enough to see. He felt frozen in place, amazed and scared at the same time. The gunshots from the north end of town reached his ears like the sound of distant firecrackers. The strong arms grabbed him around his chest and pulled him back toward the swirling fire.
    “Take these!” shouted Guillermo as he handed Jonathan the Springfield pistols. Guillermo had Jonathan’s ammo belt slung over his shoulder, and he raised Kadavre high, ready to strike.
    Jonathan looked up at the horrifying sight above him. The cage was unnerving as it hovered overhead, and he felt the terror the cannibals felt before their deaths were rained down on them in the same manner. “Well, I don’t know if we will make it through this one!” Jonathan shouted over the roar of the helicopter. He wanted to sound tough like an action movie hero, but he was terrified.
    “We’ve been through worse!” responded Guillermo.
    Jonathan smiled at this. Not because Guillermo was right, but because they both knew they hadn’t been through anything like this.
    The cage above them shook, gave out a metal-on-metal squeal, and then the floor fell open with a loud clank . The fiends rained out, hitting the cold ground with sickening thuds. Guillermo wasted no time waiting for them to stand. He charged in, driving his blade through as many of their heads as he could. Jonathan joined him, stomping on a dead woman’s head until her brains oozed out through her nose.
    Hugo ran past on his way