A Glimpse Of Decay (Book 1): Red Storm) Read Online Free

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    “What are you talking about?” Pushkin asked.  Unable to keep from looking at the madness that was playing out on the monitor, he turned back to the screen.
    “Masks will do us no good!  Guns will do us no good!  Can’t you see?  This is the Devil’s work!”
    “Shut your fucking mouth!” Gennady screamed.  “You don’t know what you’re talking about!  Now put your mask back on…like the sergeant said to do!”
    “We all know that they’ve been working on things in here that weren’t meant to be worked on!”  Leonid tossed his rifle aside and began to tear off his tunic.  He was crying and tears were streaming down his dirty face.  “They have unleashed Satan and he is here!  God save us!”
    Pushkin continued to watch the screen in horror.  As he kept his eyes fixed on the monitor, he raised his arm and pointed to Leonid.  “Put your fucking mask back on!  That is a direct order!”  As he chided Leonid, the cluster of troops on the monitor began to get peppered by rifle fire from somewhere off screen.
    The sergeant could see the bullets ripping and tearing into the bodies of the soldiers, but none of them seemed to be affected by the gunfire.  Realizing that the camera bank had controls, he reached down to a joy stick and zoomed the camera out to allow him to see who was doing the shooting.  It was Kirilenko.  Both Pushkin and Gennady stood in silence and watched helplessly at what happened next.
    Kirilenko had just emptied his rifle into the group and was down on one knee, ripping the magazine out of his weapon.  As he was retrieving a fresh magazine from his ammunition pouch, the group of dazed soldiers rushed him and were upon him before he could reload.  The mob piled onto Kirilenko, tearing and ripping at him.  One soldier sank his teeth deep into Kirilenko’s right bicep, tearing away a large chunk from his arm.  Another soldier savagely scratched at his face, gashing away shreds of flesh.  The struggling man dropped his rifle and tried to pull away from the throng, but he was yanked back and tossed down to the ground.  The soldiers then continued to gnaw and scratch and pull at his body, screaming and howling as they did.
    The battered soldier kicked and punched wildly at his attackers as he cried out.  His body was then blocked from Pushkin’s view by the mass of crazed troops who were now huddled over their victim.  When they dispersed a short time later, Pushkin could clearly see Kirilenko’s dismembered remains scattered across the ground.  The poor camera resolution, along with its black and white color tone, had cast the entire ghastly act in a dimly lit and unfeeling presentation.
    Pushkin and Gennady stood in horrified silence in front of the monitor.  The sergeant looked over at the other working monitors and saw more soldiers and now some civilians in blue overalls moving across the screens.  They all had the same tattered and bloodied appearance.
    “We have to get in there,” Pushkin told Gennady.  The frazzled sergeant knew that no matter was going on in there, it had to be contained until more help arrived.
    As Pushkin and Gennady made their way towards the exit, Gennady stopped and looked over at Leonid.  He was now shirtless.  “Get your damned rifle and get out there!  And put your fucking uniform back on!” he yelled at the terror-stricken soldier.
    “Why?  It’s all over!  There is nothing you or anyone else can do!  We’re all doomed!  Can’t you see?”  Leonid had a crazed, almost deranged look on his face.
    “You’re a fucking coward!” Gennady screamed at the terrified man.  He raised his rifle and pointed it at Leonid.  “At least you can go out there and be with the rest of us, and if need be, die with the rest of us!” 
    “You’re all going to die!” Leonid snorted as snot bubbled from his nose and tears ran down from his eyes.  He raised his hands in protest and began to sob and laugh at the same time.