900 Miles (Book 2): 900 Minutes by S. Johnathan Davis Page B
Authors: S. Johnathan Davis
Tags: Zombies
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loud hum pulsating in my ears, and the ground had a low vibration thumping through it like an old drum. Tightening my core, a pit opened in my stomach as I instantly recognized where I was.
Great, another goddamned helicopter , I thought as I lifted my head.
Deciding to table the meanings behind the dream, including why the hell Claire was there, my mind turned to the crap that had been injected into my neck. I had never willingly taken any hard drugs in my lif e… at least none that I’ ll admit to. However, whatever shit the y’ d stuck in my neck was enough to knock me the fuck out. Still, I’ ll always hold onto that moment in the beginning of the dream. I would take that drug again in a heartbeat if it gave me another memory like that.
It is the closest thing I’ ll ever have to spending a day in the park with my son.
Making a mental note to ask Gordon what was in that little mixer before I killed him, I wearily lifted my head. The grogginess ran deep through my mind, and I could feel a hell of a headache starting in my neck and rolling up the back of my skull.
Trying to lift my hands to wipe my eyes, I realized they were bound together around a metal bar, which was attached snugly to the wall of the helicopter. Looking up, I noticed what appeared to be elongated yellow zip ties. They were the kind used to close a garbage bag. Pulling myself right side up, I noticed Jarvis, and Rodgers still passed out. Kyle was starting to move a bit, but his eyes were still shut.
The Hulk was sitting across from us, staring out a window in awe. Gordon was seated next to him, watching me with a grin as I fought to focus my eyes. From what I could gather, we were in a large helicopter. The cabin did n’ t have the niceties of the last helicopter I’ d flown in. This one looked military in nature. There were four portholes running down the length of each wall, and the rear appeared to be able to open like a drawbridge. I got the sense that it could be used to carry about ten or fifteen troops. It felt barren with just the six of us back there.
I twisted the ring on my finger, as I was reminded of my wif e… and the flying tomb sh e’ d died in. My stomach twisted up as I remembered the final look in her eyes. Squeezing my fists, I reminded myself that the past is often not how w e’ d like it to be. Looking to the future is the only place to truly find any semblance of peac e… a place where the bad memories can finally fade.
However, right now, I needed to focus on the present.
Gordon did n’ t say a word. In fact, when I opened my mouth to speak, he held his hand up toward me, warning me not to say anything .“ All in good time, John. Le t’ s wait for your friends to wake. Then w e’ ll talk . ”
Holding Jarvi s’ s backpack on his knee, Gordon was sifting through the meds. Lifting a bottle up into the light, a smile grew across his face before he dropped it back into the bag. My anger went from zero to sixty. I needed to get those meds back.
Time was running out.
Shaking my head to throw some of the grogginess out of my mind, I pulled my face up to my tied hands to rub my eyes. The metal poles that all of our arms were bound to were attached vertically on the wall and appeared as if they were intended to hold some sort of gear. As my eyes readjusted to the dimly lit interior, they fell on the Hulk. Tied to his left leg was one of the holsters that the Amigos had carried around their chests. The other leg held a cargo pocket full of the same zip ties binding our arm s… along with my hammer. The giant bastard had it in his belt. What I would n’ t have given to get my paws on it.
I watched as the Hulk lifted his full ham-sized fist to pull the blade from the holster. He held it out in front of his face, inspecting it as a child would inspect a newfound toy. It was only then that I saw any change in his expression. One side of his mouth seemed to perk up, but quickly withdrew, leaving him looking like a
Great, another goddamned helicopter , I thought as I lifted my head.
Deciding to table the meanings behind the dream, including why the hell Claire was there, my mind turned to the crap that had been injected into my neck. I had never willingly taken any hard drugs in my lif e… at least none that I’ ll admit to. However, whatever shit the y’ d stuck in my neck was enough to knock me the fuck out. Still, I’ ll always hold onto that moment in the beginning of the dream. I would take that drug again in a heartbeat if it gave me another memory like that.
It is the closest thing I’ ll ever have to spending a day in the park with my son.
Making a mental note to ask Gordon what was in that little mixer before I killed him, I wearily lifted my head. The grogginess ran deep through my mind, and I could feel a hell of a headache starting in my neck and rolling up the back of my skull.
Trying to lift my hands to wipe my eyes, I realized they were bound together around a metal bar, which was attached snugly to the wall of the helicopter. Looking up, I noticed what appeared to be elongated yellow zip ties. They were the kind used to close a garbage bag. Pulling myself right side up, I noticed Jarvis, and Rodgers still passed out. Kyle was starting to move a bit, but his eyes were still shut.
The Hulk was sitting across from us, staring out a window in awe. Gordon was seated next to him, watching me with a grin as I fought to focus my eyes. From what I could gather, we were in a large helicopter. The cabin did n’ t have the niceties of the last helicopter I’ d flown in. This one looked military in nature. There were four portholes running down the length of each wall, and the rear appeared to be able to open like a drawbridge. I got the sense that it could be used to carry about ten or fifteen troops. It felt barren with just the six of us back there.
I twisted the ring on my finger, as I was reminded of my wif e… and the flying tomb sh e’ d died in. My stomach twisted up as I remembered the final look in her eyes. Squeezing my fists, I reminded myself that the past is often not how w e’ d like it to be. Looking to the future is the only place to truly find any semblance of peac e… a place where the bad memories can finally fade.
However, right now, I needed to focus on the present.
Gordon did n’ t say a word. In fact, when I opened my mouth to speak, he held his hand up toward me, warning me not to say anything .“ All in good time, John. Le t’ s wait for your friends to wake. Then w e’ ll talk . ”
Holding Jarvi s’ s backpack on his knee, Gordon was sifting through the meds. Lifting a bottle up into the light, a smile grew across his face before he dropped it back into the bag. My anger went from zero to sixty. I needed to get those meds back.
Time was running out.
Shaking my head to throw some of the grogginess out of my mind, I pulled my face up to my tied hands to rub my eyes. The metal poles that all of our arms were bound to were attached vertically on the wall and appeared as if they were intended to hold some sort of gear. As my eyes readjusted to the dimly lit interior, they fell on the Hulk. Tied to his left leg was one of the holsters that the Amigos had carried around their chests. The other leg held a cargo pocket full of the same zip ties binding our arm s… along with my hammer. The giant bastard had it in his belt. What I would n’ t have given to get my paws on it.
I watched as the Hulk lifted his full ham-sized fist to pull the blade from the holster. He held it out in front of his face, inspecting it as a child would inspect a newfound toy. It was only then that I saw any change in his expression. One side of his mouth seemed to perk up, but quickly withdrew, leaving him looking like a
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