Pet From Hell (Infected Series Book 1) by Justin Gowland

desert cammo paint scheme were welcome sight. Chris pushed a couple of large barrels in front of the door to give us a little security.
    “Ok let’s clear this place quick and see if there are any of them in here with us, before we start checking out the vehicles.” Chris said pushing past me.
    He headed off to the right toward the rear of the hangar. Dropping my rucksack I lifted my rifle and headed toward the big main doors. Trying to be as quiet as I could I took my time checking every nook and cranny. I didn’t want a repeat of what happened in the trees. When I got to the front of the hangar I cast a quick look toward the A.P.C only to find that there wasn’t just one there was four of them all lined up side by side. I heard a clang and then a curse come from the back of the hangar. I stood listening for anything out of the ordinary, but nothing happened after the cursing. Continuing along the front of the hangar, I was aware that this place would have been a great place for an ambush, but infected didn’t have much in the way of intelligence so I had no worries about them. Coming to the far corner I saw Chris walking toward me and he was limping slightly.
    “Don’t worry just tripped over a fucking pallet truck.” He said.
    “Was that you?” I said smiling.
    “Funny fucker.” He said turning to look at the nearest A.P.C. “Let’s go have a look at these. We might have to siphon fuel from the others to get one going but it shouldn’t be hard.”
    We walked to the rear of the first one and Chris walked opened the door and climbed inside. I waited outside for him to say something but he was back out within a couple of minutes.
    “Battery is flat.” He said grunting as he jumped down.
    The next one we tried was in the middle of some kind of maintenance. Our luck wasn’t holding out to well at the moment and I had a feeling it wasn’t going to get any better. The third A.P.C surprised me by having a charged battery and a full tank of fuel. I ran to grab my gear and had just put my hand on the rucksacks carry handle when I heard the rubble of an engine echo round the hangar.
    “What the fuck? Is that twat going to leave me here alone?” I said out loud.
    Pulling the rucksack on to one shoulder I ran back to the A.P.C to see Chris stood at the back door with a fucking great grin on his face.
    “You thought I was going to leave you here, didn’t you?” He said shouting over the engine noise.
    “Yes you twat!” I shouted at him.
    I threw my rucksack at him and he caught it grinning and threw it into the back.
    “And for that you have the honour of opening the doors so we can get the fuck out of here.” He said.
    I flipped him the middle finger and ran between the vehicles to the doors. I had visions of having to pulling on a chain to open them, but as luck would have it they were driven by motors. I started them off and ran back to the A.P.C and climbed inside before they were fully up, I clambered into the passenger seat. As the door came up we saw the last of the infected stood at waiting for us coming out.
    “Shit, what we going to do?” I asked.
    Chris just grinned at me and said “Watch this.”
    He slapped his large foot down on the accelerator and the A.C.P lumbered forward and from the way it pulled toward the infected streaming in through the open door. The first infected just disappeared under the front of the A.C.P without a single bump. It just kept on rolling through them like they weren’t even there as we pulled out the hangar and into the sunlight. Moving out of the vehicle depot we headed toward the outskirts of town and toward the rendezvous to pick up Jay. The noise this monster was making might actually bring all the infected for miles, but the way it tore through the infected back at the vehicle depot, I was happy for that to happen. I settled back into the passenger seat and watched the trees and fields pass by outside the windows. I could have nodded off or just zoned out