Page 4 of Outbreak (Revolution X #1)

CHAPTER 3

Ghost

S creams begin to penetrate through the floor from the lower level of the house, the party no doubt turning into a panic-fueled frenzy of panic and impending death. I want nothing more than to slip back outside and find my girl to get the fuck out of here before the shit gets out of hand.

First though, I have to deal with the human shit stain for thinking he could hurt my girl and get away with it. I mean, technically, the fucker is already dead. His symptoms confirm what I already knew—he’s infected. His brain and pea-sized cock are barely hanging on as he mindlessly ruts into the dead girl beneath him. His brain has already started hemorrhaging, blood pouring from his eyes, ears, and mouth—same as I just saw in New Orleans.

In other circumstances, I would drag this out and make the fucker suffer, but I can’t risk losing Death in this mess. This asshole’s death warrant was already signed when I saw him in Rue’s dorm on the camera’s I hid. I just haven’t had a chance to come down here again to handle it. Oh well. Doesn’t matter now. Pulling out my knife, I drag quickly across his throat. Blood sprays and gushes out of the gaping slit, until the steady stream of crimson slows as he slumps onto the lifeless blonde beneath him.

The things I’ve seen this week are unreal. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes and witnessed the crazy shit myself, I wouldn’t believe it. I still don’t know what to believe or what’s really happening. And I can tell by my girl's reaction that she has no fucking idea what was going on either. As much as I want to punish her still for what she did four years ago, I can’t leave her here to figure it out on her own. But when I’m done with her, she’s going to wish I’d left her to die in this fucking place with the rest of them.

The screams from downstairs still permeate the space as I pull my zippo lighter from my pocket, lighting a cigarette and pulling in a heavy drag. Exhaling slowly, smoke coils around the room as I extend the flame to the curtains over the window. Orange and red flames crawl up the fabric towards the ceiling, growing larger as the fire catches and dances along the edge of the room.

I don’t wait around for the bodies to burn. The open window on the other wall leads out to the roof, and my boots are heavy on the shingles when I step out onto it and slide down the drainage gutter attached to the side of the old house. It groans and creaks under my heavy weight, but I make it to the ground with a thud. There’s no one back here on this side of the property, but their screams follow me as I skirt around and head back towards campus, with only one goal in mind.

Find Death and get the fuck out of here.