Suicide Run (The Infected Book 5) by Justin Gowland Page A

lifeboat was like being inside a black hole. Stopping still, I used my ears and I heard Chris’ snoring.
    Using that as a reference point, I headed in that direction. After bumping into God only knew what I was at a hatch that took me into the bowels of the boat. It was then just a case of following the rumbling noise. Stopping at a door, I slowly pushed it open and my nose was hit with the pungent smell of three sweaty men.
    “Chris!” I whispered into the darkness.
    “What?” A sleepy voice answered.
    “Infected!” I replied.
    There was a rustle of noise from three directions followed by three separate curses.
    Standing in the doorway, I was suddenly blinded when someone turned on a flashlight.
    “Turn that fucking thing off.” I hissed.
    The flashlight clicked off and I heard Mike say “Why?”
    “Because you have just ruined my night vision.” I said.
    I moved out in the hallway as my eyes watered and I saw nothing but flashing lights and colours. After a couple of minutes the blooms of light and colour had started to ease. A hand came down on my shoulder.
    Chris whispered “How many are we looking at?”
    I shook my head “I’m not sure. There are a few out next to the ramp, but there are some near the front door. Amy said she would get a count.”
    “Ok, let’s get back to the rest room.” Chris said.
     
     

Chapter Thirteen
     
    Quietly I headed back the way I had come and headed off the boat. Chris and the others followed me, and by the way they were walking each had a rifle with them. I’d left my weapons beside the couch and felt like an idiot for doing that. We filed into the coffee room and I saw the outline of Amy stood at the window. She turned as we entered and I suddenly had a flashback to my dream and saw he face as an infected again. I shuddered.
    “There’s about thirty infected out there. I couldn’t get a clear count.” She said.
    “Fuck me.” Mike whispered.
    Chris walked over to the window and peeked round the frame.
    “Are they trying to get in?” He asked Amy.
    I saw her head shake “No, but from the looks of things they have wandered up the beach line from somewhere.” Amy said.
    “Do you think they will keep on going?” David asked.
    “Hopefully, but there is at least one at the main door. I don’t know if it’s trying to get in but if it is then they know something is in here.” Amy answered, walking over to me.
    She handed me my pistol.
    “You might need this.” She whispered.
    I gave her a light kiss on the cheek and said “Thanks.”
    Chris moved away from the window and leaned against the back of one of the couches. The moonlight gave everyone a silvery outline and I could see the worry outlined on each of their faces. I walked into where the lifeboat was and looked down the ramp toward the sea and I could see the infected gathering at the sides of it. It wouldn’t be long before they had gathered up enough to climb on top of each other and on to the ramp.
    I walked back into the coffee room “They are piling up at the sides of the ramp and sooner or later they are going to be on top of it.”
    David walked over and glanced out the window. Turning back around he said “There are more coming down the beach. Where the fuck have they come from?”
    “Look, we can worry about where they had come from after we figure out how to get away. Right, everyone get their gear and get on the lifeboat. It looks like that might be the only way to get away.” Chris said.
    The room burst into activity and I grabbed my rucksack and followed Chris and David out to the lifeboat. David flicked on the lifeboats internal lights. If the infected knew we were inside it now made no difference if we had lights. Outside, the moans grew and the banging on the reception door became so loud it echoed throughout the building.
    “Marc, help me get Spirit on board.” Amy shouted.
    Helping Spirit on board was harder than I thought because she squirmed in my arms. Carrying her into the