Fate's Surrender (Eternal Sorrows Book 3) Sarra Cannon (best english books to read txt) 📖

She wasn’t even sure he could run without breaking the ground beneath his feet, but he did manage to move quickly, smashing heads as he made his way around the compound’s steel barrier, in front of the gate, and toward Parrish on the other side.

But would it be enough? Karmen wasn’t sure she’d be able to get them there fast enough, but she at least had to try.

There was no way she could move fast enough to get down the stairs and over to where Parrish was before whatever that silver thing was got to her, but she could do her best to stop it from here.

To at least buy her some time.

Karmen pushed a few men out of the way so she could get to the edge of the roof on that side. She’d already used up so much of her energy, and she had a feeling using too much of it at once might make her pass out the way Crash had done back at his apartment when he’d been running all those computers and trying to make phone calls to New York, but she couldn’t just leave Parrish out there to die.

As much as she liked to give the girl crap, she had really come to love her. In fact, she had a feeling they’d all be totally lost without her.

Karmen focused her mind on the silver rotter standing on top of the bus. She’d become pretty good at tapping into their minds in the past fifteen minutes or so of practicing it over and over again, but this one was different, somehow.

Maybe it was the silver shell around its body? Or maybe this one was just further away?

It could have been any number of things, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to connect with this one’s mind at all.

That’s when she noticed the tentacled zombies quickly crawling their way across the parking lot toward Parrish.

Karmen shuddered. How disgusting could these things get?

There was no telling what they’d do to Parrish once they got close enough to her to wrap those giant tentacles around her, and without her sword, she was practically powerless.

True to form, though, it didn’t look like Parrish was giving up anytime soon.

Despite how hard she appeared to have been hit, she stood up quickly and began to gather more blue light in the palms of her hands. She also made a run for her sword.

Sadly, that only seemed to spur the silver rotter to move faster. It jumped down beside the sword and kicked it under the bus, as if toying with her.

Yes, this one definitely had more agency. Karmen wasn’t sure if it was truly a mind of its own or if the Dark One had somehow gotten her claws really deeply into this one’s mind, but she decided to let Parrish sort that one out.

Instead, she turned her focus on the two tentacled zombies still inching toward Parrish. Their minds should be easier to hack.

This better work.

Parrish’s life—and the lives of all the humans left alive in this god-forsaken world—depended on it.

Thirteen

Crash

The dog-like rotters snarled at him as he reached back inside the truck to grab the microphone.

“Everyone out here by the gate, get inside now,” he shouted. “Run and barricade the doors with whatever you can find.”

Confused, one of the women near the gate holding a shotgun held up her hands in a questioning gesture. Obviously, she hadn’t taken his tone of voice seriously.

Instead of trying to calmly and politely explain the situation to her, he hooked his thumb toward the five red-eyed zombies crouched and ready to pounce.

She followed his gesture, squinted in confusion, and then grabbed the man next to her by the arm and told him to move his ass. The dogs seemed to follow the others with their eyes, but they made no move to leap after them. Instead, they trained their eyes on the Hummer.

Which could only mean one thing. These guys had been specifically looking for them, and they most likely had been given orders to kill or infect on sight.

Crash slammed the door of the Hummer, shutting himself inside for a moment as he crawled through to the back and opened the bench seat he’d taken careful steps to install before the pandemic even began. He’d hidden tons of extra ammo and supplies in there, so he quickly grabbed a couple of grenades, a loaded machine gun, and a hunting knife.

Of course, he had to be careful with the grenades. If he destroyed the gate or the fence itself, there would be hell to pay.

He hooked them onto his belt, anyway, though. Just in case.

He also handed Noah extra ammo for the gun on top of the Hummer, though he had a feeling guns weren’t going to be enough against these things.

With the super zombies, there was no real way to know what they were capable of until you were actually fighting them. Then, you had to kind of figure it out on your own. They could have poisonous fangs, stoneskin, or a giant tongue that came out of their mouths and tried to lick you to death.

So, who knew about these guys?

He wasn’t going to find out hiding here in the truck like a pansy, though. He’d been a gamer all his life, and this wasn’t so much different from that. The first time you fought any major boss in a video game, you had to figure it out for yourself. Find their weaknesses.

He’d been training for this his whole life.

Crash grabbed his AR-15 and threw open the back door just as something heavy hit the truck from the front. Crash stumbled to the ground and turned to see two of the dogs crouching on the hood of the truck, inches away from where Noah stood.

He was pounding them with bullets, and while the impact knocked them back slightly, even direct headshots didn’t seem to be making any difference.

Which would have been bad enough, but then the