Whiskey Tango Foxtrot (Book 4): Walking In The Shadow Of Death Read Online Free

shivering. Nelson and Hahn were sitting next to her bundled under
a similar pile of blankets.   Brad moved near Brooks who was taking inventory
of his aid bag. “What are you thinking?” Brad said barely above a whisper.
    “Fortunately she hasn’t regained
consciousness. When … or if she does, she is going to be in a lot of pain. I’ll
have to give her morphine, but right now … with those injuries … shit man, I
just don’t know.,” Brooks said, not looking up from the bag.
    “And Chelsea?”
    “She’s fine bro, just got her bell
rung. Nelson has orders to get her to eat something, but she looks okay.
Gunner’s arm is jacked up pretty bad. I’m gonna have to get some sutures in it
pretty soon. Hahn took a pretty good whack to the head. He’s seeing double; I’m
worried about him. He hasn’t been right since we landed.”
    “What can I do to help?”
    “You can find a way to heat this place
up. If we don’t get some warmth we’re all gonna freeze. You notice those water
bottles back there? Most of them are already froze solid,” Brooks said,
motioning towards a half case of water.
    “Okay, I’ll see what I can do,”
Brad said.
    He moved towards the back of the
aircraft. The cargo they had carefully stacked earlier had come loose and was
piled up against the walls of the plane. Looking at the mess, Brad was
surprised any of them had survived the crash. He dug through the pile and found
what he was looking for. The large wooden pallets were buried deep under the
scattered piles of goods. Brad called over his shoulder for Parker to help him.
Quickly they started the job of digging out and cutting away the wooden
pallets.
    They managed to free the wood from
four large pallets. Still Brad wasn’t confident about lighting a fire inside
the body of the aircraft. The strong fumes of jet fuel were in the air. Brad
didn’t know if a small fire would be enough to ignite them, but he wasn’t ready
to take a chance. They ripped down heavy insulation blankets from the inside of
the plane and built a makeshift shelter within the plane and surrounding Kelli.
    It wasn’t enough. Brooks said her
core temperature was still dropping; they would need to do more or they would
lose her. Sean had moved near the sheltered area and joined Brooks and Brad in
their discussion. Brooks looked to Sean. “If we can’t warm her up she won’t see
morning.”
    “What do you suggest, Brooks?” Sean
asked.
    “I hate to say it, but I think
we’re gonna have to make camp outside. We need to get a fire going. I’m willing
to stay in here and burn one. I’ll take my chances on blowing up.” Brooks said.
    Brad shook his head. “What if I can
take a couple guys out and get those pallets burning? Maybe we can heat some
blankets and drape those over Kelli. Could heat up some stones or metal too.
Shit, anything to warm her.”
    Sean stared at Kelli. “I don’t
know. If we draw attention … If we draw in any infected we’re fucked. None of
us are up for a sustained battle right now.”
    Brad nodded. “Honestly, if we don’t
get some real shelter I think we’re all fucked anyhow. It’s too damn cold. And
those primals still have human DNA. I’m willing to gamble they can’t operate in
this storm any better than we can.”
    Brooks reached down into his bag
and pulled out a block of C4. He held it in his hand for a minute before
handing it to Brad along with his Zippo lighter. “Here, take this Brad. It’s
gonna be hell getting a fire started out there. Break off some small chunks of
this. They’ll burn pretty hot, should help getting that wood to burn.”
    Brad took the C4 and placed it and
the Zippo into his assault bag. He turned back and saw Parker and the
Villegases get to their feet and begin to strap on their gear. Brad was
relieved they had overheard his conversation and he wouldn’t have to convince
them to go with him. They still had no cold weather gear. The thin Multicam
uniforms and body armor wouldn’t