The Great War (Surviving the Zombie Nightmare Book 5) by Daniel White Page A

walls than spend another moment out here doing this or running from Bayne. Christ, he is a monster. Is,” she put on a very worried expression, “Is he still out cold? Where are the zombies? Demons?”
    The third finally found his voice and used it though he kept staring at her body in the process, “Be calm and remain still Destiny. We have not checked the truck yet. There are no zombies or demons with our patrol, just the two trucks. Stay here and we'll take care of the situation. You'll guard her,” he said to the first soldier, “But do not kill her unless she attacks you.”
    “Whatever you say.”
    Destiny couldn't say what the other two were doing until the second truck suddenly sped off. That was a problem she might have to deal with later as long as the rest of her plan went according to the way it should. By her count there were four soldiers in this truck. One wanted to kill her and while that could be a problem, it did help her narrow down the search that was currently ongoing in her head.
    “I swear if you even so much as look at me in a threatening way I'll decorate the pavement with your brain pretty lady. No amount of skin will distract me,” the soldier said in a stern voice.
    Destiny smirked a little bit and toyed with her bra, pulling the strap off of one shoulder. She looked at him, “No amount of skin?”
    He pointed the gun at her face, “Don't!”
    She waved her hand tiredly at him and watched the other three. They were walking down to check on the truck. Destiny was so excited about this plan that she could barely contain herself. She was a professional however and hid her preparations quite well. The other three were carefully approaching the truck where Bayne was waiting. Though she was relaxed and nonthreatening on the outside, her muscles were tensed and waiting for the four moves she had already planned to make when she got the signal from Bayne.
    Two of the three soldiers stood at the back of the truck with weapons trained on it while the one who had recently been between her legs slowly walked to the driver’s side. First he peeked into the back windows. He motioned towards the windows and gave a sign that she recognized as O.A. shorthand to let the others know there were weapons in the truck. He also motioned for them to remain where they were. As slowly and cautiously as she could remember any soldier moving, he slowly crept forward about one step every five seconds.
    Finally his gun was poking forward just into the side window where Bayne would be. Destiny didn't know exactly what Eric was planning or where he would be but she knew that she would know the sign when she saw it. A quick glance at the soldier guarding her showed that he was looking as closely towards what was going on at the truck as she was. Looking back she saw that even through those several seconds the soldier hadn't made much progress. He was poking his weapon blindly into the window for some reason. Clearly the fear of possibly meeting face to face with Eric Bayne was effecting his training as much as being caught between her thighs had moments ago.
    Then in a flash of movement, everything changed.
    The weapon seemingly was sucked into the window by nothing at all. Then, as the O.A. soldier moved quickly after his weapon and shoved his head into the window, a sword flew out of the window twisting and turning just right so that it would fit through the window and the soldier's neck. All of that happened in a matter of seconds. The soldier guarding her made a gasping sound but was still staring in that direction. It looked like Eric was just going to sit inside the truck and wait on another victim which would give Destiny time to make sure one of the two remaining O.A. men near to Eric stayed alive.
    The soldier turned towards her and said, “You set us up!”
    Destiny was coiled and ready to spring upwards when he turned. The force of her leap added power behind her kick which landed with a boot directly on the