Dawn of the Apocalypse: A Zombie Apocalypse Novel Read Online Free

cops and soldiers behind?
                "Where's the president and everyone else going?" I asked the lieutenant.  His name tag said "Jefferson."
                "Fort Benning," he said.  "For now.  After that, I don't know.  The West Coast wasn't really hit, so maybe to LA or something."
                Fort Benning was south of Atlanta.  It was even close to my mountain cabin.  It would be easier and faster to go between Fort Benning and Blue Ridge, than DC and Blue Ridge.
                "What about us?"
                "Cops are staying to defend the city," he said.  "All of the military are heading to Fort Benning on that plane."  He pointed to a nearby Air Force jet.  "We'll be bugging out shortly."
                "What about me?"
                "Are you military?"
                "Staff Sergeant Roger Gilley," I said.  "82nd Airborne."
                He looked me over.  Okay, I was twenty-eight and four years out of the Army, but I served six years in the 82nd Airborne.  I fought in Iraq and Afghanistan.  Being an avid sportsman, I hunted, fished, played golf.  And I worked out religiously.  Yeah, I was still in combat shape.
                "Come with us," Lieutenant Jefferson said.  Someone called to him.  He left me to fight the zombies.  A moment later, "Sergeant Gilley, let's go!"
                For half a second I wondered if I should tell him that I wasn't in the Army anymore.  Yeah, that thought was gone in a flash.  We could sort that out after we land in Fort Benning.
                I followed the lieutenant to the jet.  There were other soldiers in civilian clothes, so I didn't rate a second look.  The jet loaded up quickly, and they even brought in more than we had seats for.  At least two dozen men sat in the aisle.  And that jet was moving even before they closed the hatch.
                Once we were airborne, I stared out the window.  The landscape looked like something out of a disaster movie.  Columns of smoke were everywhere.  I could see the Capital building on fire.  I noticed countless small planes in the air, and out at sea all of the boats and ships were sailing away from land.  Everyone was bugging out of DC.
                The jet veered to the west as it continued to climb higher and higher.  I watched and waited for it to turn south and toward Fort Benning.  It never happened.  Spotting an officer, I waved at him.  He worked his way back to me.
                "Sir, we're heading due west.  Shouldn't we be going south?" I asked.
                He looked grim.  "We can't.  Just before takeoff we received new orders.  Fort Benning has been hit, so we're heading for Salt Lake City."
                I just stared at him.  They were taking me away from my wife and children.  I promised to save them.  I promised to go straight to them.  Now they were on their own in a zombie apocalypse.
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter 4
     
                I ended the call with Roger and fought the need to scream.  How the hell did he get himself on a plane to Salt Lake City!
                He'd called just as I finished unloading the SUV.  The boys were down by the pond behind our property.  I was in the process of opening the shutters and getting the house in order.  There were suitcases and boxes in the small living room, and the three hunting guns were leaning against the wall next to the front door.  I had the 9mm semi-automatic pistol Roger bought me for personal protection, as well.
                The pistol was holstered on my belt at the moment.  I normally kept it in my purse, but the situation had me rattled.  Better safe than sorry.
                Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was still midmorning.  How had so much happened so fast?  In fact, it all went to hell before I