Apokalypsis | Book 6 | Apokalypsis 6 Morris, Kate (cheapest way to read ebooks TXT) 📖

was utterly void of morality. However, he’d built it entirely too close to the woods because now Roman was using the trees as his own camouflage as he sifted through them and closer to the bunker.

She could just barely make him out, but when he got to the edge of the woods near the side of the bunker, he signaled with his arm.

“Now,” Elijah said quietly and popped off some rounds.

She did the same and was startled by the kick of the rifle. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Roman dart forward and climb the hill of the bunker. She shot four more times, ignoring the kick, more concerned about Roman than the gun punching her shoulder. She was pretty sure one of her rounds pinged off the metal entry door.

Tristan must’ve seen Roman, too, because he risked raising slightly and sending a few more rounds in the direction of the rifle’s muzzle sticking out of what she could now see was a window that was open. It was a small one, not more than twenty-four inches wide by maybe twelve high. She could not see the person shooting at them, though.

And shoot, he did. She yelped and ducked back and down again as a bullet whizzed by her and chipped bark off the tree behind them.

“Get down!” Elijah nearly shouted and joined her.

He didn’t stop shooting, though. The gunfire was loud right next to her. She’d forgotten to put in the orange foam earplugs.

“Asshole,” Elijah swore as more bullets came in their direction. Without looking, he reached around the tree and shot that way. It made her nervous he’d hit Roman doing so.

A second later, a single gunshot went off that ended the constant tapping of bullets coming at them.

Everyone was quiet. Nobody else shot. It just became very still and deafening. Her ears were ringing. Then she realized that the noise could’ve brought night crawlers and glanced behind her at the same time Elijah did. He made an exaggerated face as if to say, ‘oops.’ Nobody was sneaking up on them. She looked again anyways.

They stood up but didn’t move forward. She could see Roman up on the roof structure still standing there, as well. Finally, after what seemed like ten minutes, Tristan waved them in.

Roman half slid half climbed down from the structure.

“Good thinking, man,” Tristan said with a sigh. “I hope these keys open this door. It was a hunch, but I’m not sure if they even go to it.”

“Let’s hope ‘cuz I’m all out of C4,” Roman said and got a chuckle from Tristan.

They stood to the side as they had before as Tristan tried three of the keys without any luck. The fourth key proved to be the right one, however, and they were permitted entrance. Being cautious, though, Tristan pushed the door inward and stepped back. No one dared just barge inside. They waited for him to make the call. She could smell smoke as if a fireplace were lit.

Tristan gave a nod and did a funny hand signal, which she totally didn’t understand. Roman nodded, though, as if he did.

Tristan went through the door first, and Roman followed. Jane followed him, and Elijah pulled up the rear and softly closed the door behind them.

The inside of the bunker was not what she expected at all. It was actually pretty normal, like a house even. There was a small kitchen that they immediately walked into off the main door. A tiny functioning stove and sink that both looked more fitted for an RV were built into the narrow countertops. Three small cupboards were above them. Tristan checked a doorway to his right and nodded to move forward. Jane looked in the door as they passed to find a toilet that was odd-looking and not like a normal one at all.

They moved slowly and cautiously, and her fingers thawed out from the warmth coming from somewhere deeper inside the structure. It was narrow but laid out well.

Roman tapped Tristan on the shoulder and pointed out a very small television screen, an old one. It showed the outside of the bunker, likely how the man must’ve known they were there. He did, indeed, have night-vision cameras set up on the property outside.

There were lights on that hadn’t been visible from the outside. She assumed he had a generator of some kind somewhere on this property.

A living room was next, which only contained a small sofa and a rocker. A single built-in bookshelf held disgusting magazines that she looked away from immediately.

Straight ahead was a narrower hallway with closets on either side. Then the bunker turned, which meant he must’ve built and welded the two shipping containers together in an L shape. There were wood railroad ties that held back the earth as they made the turn to the right. It was just a hallway of sorts with two sets of narrow, metal bunk beds bolted into the wall. Tristan used two fingers and pointed. Roman was the next to pass by whatever he was showing. When she passed, she had to hold in a gasp. It must’ve been the man Roman shot. His face was gone. It was just blood and sinewy…stuff. She wanted to puke. Even Elijah grimaced and motioned for her to keep going, which led them to another turn to the left built the same way.

“Get back!” someone ahead shouted. It wasn’t Tristan or Roman. “Get back, or I’ll fucking kill her! I swear I will.”

“Okay, cool out, dude,” Tristan said in a calm voice.

Jane could see what was going on as she joined Roman.

The hallway opened up into the other shipping container. It was devoted to two queen-sized beds and a nightstand with a lamp beside each. One lamp was tipped over on the ground spotlighting the man’s feet. He was holding onto a girl who looked badly abused. Her eyes were dark underneath, but not from makeup. She was thin, definitely malnourished. And from the waist up,