Werewolf Suspense (Book 4): Outage 4 (The Reckoning) by T.W. Piperbrook
Authors: T.W. Piperbrook
Tags: Werewolves
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moment, then checked the gun. Sure enough, it was loaded with the silver bullets he'd given the police officers. "I'm not sure I fully believe you," he admitted. "Not after the lies you've told. But aside from that, you're right: we're going to have to figure out a way to survive."
"There's something else I should mention," Rosemary said, drawing the group's attention back to her. "When I was in the cruiser, I didn't just grab the rifle. I also used the radio to call for help. According to the policeman I spoke with, they're sending a fire truck back to the hospital to get us."
Chapter Nineteen
A ripple of excitement made its way through the group. Silas and Katherine hugged each other. Abraham and Sally wept, overwhelmed. Kelsey and Tabatha exchanged nervous, but hopeful, glances. Their celebration was counteracted by a series of bangs from somewhere on the floor.
"Shit," Tom hissed. "The police aren't the only ones coming."
From somewhere down the hall, Tom heard the sound of what could only be beasts tearing through rooms. The noise quelled any sense of safety Tom might've felt.
"We've been found," Abraham said frantically.
"How far away is help?" Tom hissed.
"The policeman said he was in a fire truck across town. There's a fireman with him. I'm not sure how long it'll take for them to get here with the truck."
Tom's thoughts raced. "How will we coordinate this? The building is crawling with beasts. We'll either have to wait for the fire truck outside, or the fire truck will have to wait for us. Either way, someone will be in danger."
"The roof," Rosemary said, looking upward. She studied the group as she spoke, as if expecting them to argue. "If we can fight our way up, we can wait for them. The fire truck will have a ladder. They can get us."
"That's not a bad idea," Abraham said. "We talked about the roof earlier."
Tom chewed on the idea for a second. "How do you get up there?" Tom directed his question to Kelsey.
"The stairs," Kelsey whispered. "The roof is another flight up. There's a covered outbuilding at the top of the last stairwell."
"Is the door locked?"
"I have the keys," Kelsey said, digging them out and holding them up.
A crash ensued from a distant room down the hallway. Nails clicked on laminate. Snarls laced the air.
"If we don't get out of here soon, we'll be trapped. We'll never make it." Tom held up the pistol. He handed the axe to Abraham, and the older man took it gratefully.
"We should take the blankets," Kelsey said. "We'll need them to keep warm."
"Agreed. Can you take these?" he asked the kids, piling the blankets in their hands. They grabbed them without argument.
Rosemary and the others stood tensely by the door. Tom's pulse raced as the beasts stampeded the halls. "How much ammunition do you have, Rosemary?"
Rosemary glanced at her pistol. "Not much. I grabbed everything that was left in the cruiser. I used most of it downstairs. All I have left is what's in the guns, and a few extra magazines in my jacket."
"Dammit." Tom studied Rosemary, as if she might produce a better answer. "Assuming we make it to the roof, we'll almost be defenseless when we get there. How will we ward them off?" Tom envisioned the survivors on the roof, faced with the choice of being eaten or jumping off.
"We can't stay here. I don't think we have a choice." She waved her hands, at a loss for another suggestion.
"There has to be something else we can use. Ron must've told you something else, some piece of information."
Rosemary exhaled. "He wouldn't tell me anything like that. It wouldn't make sense. I'd use it against him."
"What about the kids? What about Jason and Jeffrey? They must've let something slip."
Rosemary chewed her lip, thinking. Her silence reinforced the growing noises in the hall. "I'm sorry, Tom, I can't think of anything…"
A door crashed inward somewhere in the distance. "We have to go," Tom interrupted. He gathered the others and made for the door. He put his
"There's something else I should mention," Rosemary said, drawing the group's attention back to her. "When I was in the cruiser, I didn't just grab the rifle. I also used the radio to call for help. According to the policeman I spoke with, they're sending a fire truck back to the hospital to get us."
Chapter Nineteen
A ripple of excitement made its way through the group. Silas and Katherine hugged each other. Abraham and Sally wept, overwhelmed. Kelsey and Tabatha exchanged nervous, but hopeful, glances. Their celebration was counteracted by a series of bangs from somewhere on the floor.
"Shit," Tom hissed. "The police aren't the only ones coming."
From somewhere down the hall, Tom heard the sound of what could only be beasts tearing through rooms. The noise quelled any sense of safety Tom might've felt.
"We've been found," Abraham said frantically.
"How far away is help?" Tom hissed.
"The policeman said he was in a fire truck across town. There's a fireman with him. I'm not sure how long it'll take for them to get here with the truck."
Tom's thoughts raced. "How will we coordinate this? The building is crawling with beasts. We'll either have to wait for the fire truck outside, or the fire truck will have to wait for us. Either way, someone will be in danger."
"The roof," Rosemary said, looking upward. She studied the group as she spoke, as if expecting them to argue. "If we can fight our way up, we can wait for them. The fire truck will have a ladder. They can get us."
"That's not a bad idea," Abraham said. "We talked about the roof earlier."
Tom chewed on the idea for a second. "How do you get up there?" Tom directed his question to Kelsey.
"The stairs," Kelsey whispered. "The roof is another flight up. There's a covered outbuilding at the top of the last stairwell."
"Is the door locked?"
"I have the keys," Kelsey said, digging them out and holding them up.
A crash ensued from a distant room down the hallway. Nails clicked on laminate. Snarls laced the air.
"If we don't get out of here soon, we'll be trapped. We'll never make it." Tom held up the pistol. He handed the axe to Abraham, and the older man took it gratefully.
"We should take the blankets," Kelsey said. "We'll need them to keep warm."
"Agreed. Can you take these?" he asked the kids, piling the blankets in their hands. They grabbed them without argument.
Rosemary and the others stood tensely by the door. Tom's pulse raced as the beasts stampeded the halls. "How much ammunition do you have, Rosemary?"
Rosemary glanced at her pistol. "Not much. I grabbed everything that was left in the cruiser. I used most of it downstairs. All I have left is what's in the guns, and a few extra magazines in my jacket."
"Dammit." Tom studied Rosemary, as if she might produce a better answer. "Assuming we make it to the roof, we'll almost be defenseless when we get there. How will we ward them off?" Tom envisioned the survivors on the roof, faced with the choice of being eaten or jumping off.
"We can't stay here. I don't think we have a choice." She waved her hands, at a loss for another suggestion.
"There has to be something else we can use. Ron must've told you something else, some piece of information."
Rosemary exhaled. "He wouldn't tell me anything like that. It wouldn't make sense. I'd use it against him."
"What about the kids? What about Jason and Jeffrey? They must've let something slip."
Rosemary chewed her lip, thinking. Her silence reinforced the growing noises in the hall. "I'm sorry, Tom, I can't think of anything…"
A door crashed inward somewhere in the distance. "We have to go," Tom interrupted. He gathered the others and made for the door. He put his
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