Scarlet Memories (Book 1) (14 page)

‘That should hold them off for a few minutes.’ Jeremy said to Susan.

She didn’t look very impressed with what they had made as a baracade.

‘What are we going to do now?’ She asked him.

Her cheeks flushed a bright shade of red. You could see her chest heaving.

‘I…. don’t know.’ Jeremy said.

He looked away from her. For once in this whole situation, he didn’t have a clue what they could do. This must be the end…

As Jeremy thought this, he heard glass from the windows in the main lobby crash to the ground. His first response was that the undead had somehow managed to get in from outside. He ran to the double doors. There was barely room to see into the halls beyond them.

‘What’s going on out there?’ Susan asked him.

‘I can’t see a thing!’ Jeremy cried.

His pride was beginning to slowly shrink. He was no good to anyone right now. He moved a few chairs out of the to get a better view of the halls. So far he could only see darkness and shadows running up and down them.

Ian heard the glass falling to the ground. It was coming from the second floor windows. He wondered how the undead had managed to find a way up to the second floor. And how they managed to break bullet proof glass. He pressed his face up to the small square of glass that was cut into the wooden door that separated he and Sam from the monsters right out side the door. He couldn’t really make out much. It was pretty dark downstairs. Eventually, he managed to see something heading their way. From the way the person was walking it wasn’t an undead. They had a certain way that they carried themselves. No, from a closer look, Ian could see that it was someone from the military.

‘Sam!’ He whispered raising a hand and beckoning her to come take a look.

‘It’s a soldier. They are here. They are ordered to kill everyone. Including us!’ He told sam. He watched as the horror hit her. What were they going to do now. They couldn’t defend themselves from the undead. Much less an army of soldiers. Ian looked at Sam and grabbed her.

‘We need to hide under the tables. Maybe if they don’t see anyone in the room, they will move on.’

He pulled her arm so that she would follow him underneath the computer tables. He could hear her heart beating rapidly it was so quiet for a moment. Suddenly, Ian and Sam heard shooting. The soldiers were killing people now. Among the shrieks coming from the undead being shot, you could hear the screaming of innocent people. Ian didn’t know what was worse. Having the soldiers here or the undead. All that he knew was that he had to survive. He held the cro-bar in one hand and his knife in the other. He was as ready as he would ever be. But, then again, how could anyone be ready for a situation such as this.

The shooting got closer and closer until they could hear an automatic rifle going off right outside the door. Susan pressed up against him out of fear for her life. The sounds of the soldiers foot falls could be heard in the hall. Closer and closer they came until the handle of the computer room door started to move. There was a soldier right outside the door. Ian and Sam froze. Their hearts were beating so fast. All they could do by this point was pray.

To be continued…

A special thanks to my husband Brett for sticking by my side and encouraging me to persue my dreams of becoming an Author. I know that you will always be there for me and my daughter. To my dear mother. You may no longer be with us but, your heart and mind still touch me everyday. Without you and dad I wouldn’t be here today. Thanks Dad for always being there and believing in me every step of the way. The love and support I have from my family is what keeps me going. Thanks to my sisters. Even though I know this isn’t the type of book you thought I’d write, you were always there for support. And finally, a big thank you to author P. L. Jenkins. Your advice and friendship helped make this possible. I would also like to add my friends Amanda, Deanna and Julie. Thank you guys so much. You gave me the confidence I didn’t know I had. You truly are special.