Free The Dust: Book Two - Pursuit by David H Sharp

was getting thicker by the second. He felt about for Angel and then touched her arm. He pulled her up and held her close to him. ‘Are you okay?’
    Angel coughed and wiped her eyes, she couldn’t reply but pointed to the broken window. Jake led them both to the fresh air and they found themselves in the garage forecourt.
    The fire had taken a hold of the garage but there were two vehicles parked outside the now buckling metal garage doors.
    ‘Cars!’ Jake shouted and ran to the first one, a dark blue Mercedes. He tried the door but it was locked, he looked inside to see if any keys had been left lying about, again he drew a blank.
    Angel was doing the same, she was trying all the doors of the black Range Rover but like the Mercedes it was locked.
    ‘Can you hot wire a car?’ Jake asked.
    Angel actually laughed, even in the dire circumstances they found themselves. ‘I know I've lived a bit of a colourful life but no, I can’t hot wire a car.’
    Jake smiled back. ‘I had to ask.’
    The two wooden doors which led to outside of the forecourt burst open with a loud thunderous boom and a large orange glow made both Angel and Jake hold up their hands to shield their eyes. The dark figures that loomed in front of the blaze were all too familiar though.
    Jake counted seven, three men and four women, all intent on one thing, death by dismemberment.
    Angel picked up a large iron rake which was obviously used to keep the gravel level and handed it to Jake. ‘Keep them at bay and I will look for something else.’
    Jake couldn’t believe he had left his air pistol in the car, it was a massive schoolboy error but he couldn’t have foreseen what was going to happen. Note to self, always carry a weapon wherever or whatever you are doing.
    The first woman broke away and ran at Jake, her eyes mad with murderous lust. He didn’t wait for her to get too close and stepped towards her taking a huge swing at her head. It met with a nauseating crack and the blood shot through the broken bone, she crumpled to the floor shaking in the last throes of death.
    Another woman slightly older and more portly stepped in line swiping her large fingernails across Jake’s face. They dug deep and stung and caused him to step backwards, he was off balance when the first man to attack rolled low and caught Jake’s legs.
    The rake was thrown from his hands and he could feel the weight of the portly woman crash down onto his ribs, he thrust out his hands as her snapping teeth came within millimetres of his face.
    Jake fought with every last drop of energy in his body but the woman was so strong. She was pushing and pushing and her large bloodied breasts were now pressing hard against his throat. Blood dripped from her mouth and bounced off Jake’s cheeks, he was losing the battle.
    Angel ran back onto the gravel wielding an axe. She could hardly believe her luck when she found it propped up against the side of the garage in the gap next to the orangery.
    The first man stood no chance as she came down hard on his shoulder and the metal blade smashed through his collar bone and into his chest. Without pausing Angel swung an uppercut into the second naked man who was clambering to his feet hollering like a banshee after knocking down Jake. It caught him under the chin and the jagged edge sliced through his throat and took the head clean off. Angel stumbled back, she had killed quite a few of the infected back at York castle but she hadn’t seen anything quite like that.
    She looked around, she couldn’t see Jake. Another woman leapt at Angel, her hair on fire sizzling and fizzing down to her scalp. Angel stooped down to avoid her grappling arms and held the axe out, the woman stumbled and fell face first into the small stones.
    Jumping to her feet Angel went on the attack but the third man came from behind ramming her in the back and knocking her on the gravel next to the naked woman. Before she could react the naked man thin but athletic was on top