Free Escape from the Damned (APEX Predator Book 2) by Glyn Gardner

then another.  Each bite caused her to scream again.
    Suddenly she felt another bullet slam into her back, this one close to the center of her back.  Her chest suddenly hurt.  Oh, it was the worse pain she’d ever felt.  It burned so bad.  Then everything went numb, the world went black, and the ringing in her ears faded away.  She coughed up a mouthful of blood with her last breath.
    The foursome watched in horror as the mass of zombies stripped the young girl clean.  None of the four would know who had fired the mercifully fatal shot.
    They watched as the horde of zombies grew even larger, drawn by the sound of gunfire.  They could hear gunfire and screams coming from the woods.  Nobody on the roof had any desire to help the people out there.  They had all heard the gunshot.  They all knew who had shot the girl in the back.
    There was a flurry of gunshots, which slowly tapered off to one or two shots.  Then it was quiet.
    “I hope they fuck’n rot,” Sgt Procell finally announced.  It was a sentiment that all on the roof shared.
    “Stay up here with these guys for a bit longer,” he ordered Sgt Procell.
    When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he went straight to the front of the clinic.  Jen and Mr. LaBlanc followed him.  There he found Mr. Love, Jefferson, and Williams in concealed positions watching the front door.  As he strode into the room, the three men stood.
    “What is going on?” demanded Mr. LaBlance.  He told them what they had seen, and more importantly, heard.
    “Do you believe that our friends from that compound are responsible?” Mr. Love asked.
    “I don’t know,” the NCO answered flatly.
    “Well, who the hell do you think they were?” demanded Mr. LaBlanc.
    “Easy Mark,” Mr. Love interjected.  “The Sergeant is giving us his opinion.”
    “And, I’m just giving you mine.  We haven’t seen any signs of life around here, except those people.  We know they’re not good people.  It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out John!”
    “Look, Mark, I’m just saying don’t jump to any conclusions.  You’re always going off half cocked.  And, does it really matter anyway?”
    “Ok guys calm down,” Jen said quietly.
    “You come down here and tell us that you witnessed a murder.  We have no idea who did it.  Oh, and we have a bazillion zombies circling us like sharks.  No, Jen, I will not calm down!  And what the hell do you mean I always go off half cocked?”
    “You know exactly what I mean, Mark,” the teacher responded.
    “Please tell me you’re not going to bring up the Anthony White issue.”
    “Of course I’m going to bring up the White issue.  You got a kid expelled and you were wrong!”
    “The hell I was.  He was just as guilty as the other kids.  He got what he deserved!”
    “The kid tried to kill himself!”
    The shorter man looked at SSgt Brown and Jen.
    “I did not do anything wrong.  He helped the other punks perform a prank on me and he was expelled.  End of story!  I can’t help it that he couldn’t handle the punishment.  He shouldn’t have done that to me!”
    “What did he do,” Jen asked.
    “He helped four of his little drug dealing buddies flip my car over in the school parking lot.  It cost me almost a thousand bucks to get my car fixed.”  The teacher’s voice was getting louder as he spoke.
    “That’s not exactly how it happened,” Mr. Love said.  “Mark busted four kids dealing drugs behind the school after school about two years ago.  He did his job, reported them, and they were in fact, expelled.  Mr. White was friends with one of the kids.  About a week later, Mark’s car was found flipped over in the parking lot after school.”
    “And that kid was responsible!”
    “No he wasn’t,” Mr. Love responded.  “They found the fingerprints of the four kids who were expelled all over the car.  One of the kids said Anthony was with them.  The other kids denied it.  Mark heard this and