Die Trying: a Zombie Apocalypse
“ It was Clinton Harrigan who heard it first – but I wasn’t particularly surprised. It was always the devout Christian who seemed to catch the slightest, softest sounds on the air. I had been nodding drowsily in the corner of the room reading by the pale flickering light of a candle when I saw the big red-headed man lower his bible and sit motionless, as though God was whispering in his ear. Then, quite deliberately, he carefully folded down a corner of the page he was reading and tucked the li...ttle book back into the pocket of his pants. He heaved himself up from the sofa and went to the window across the room, pressing his face close to the heavy curtain, his eyes vacant and remote. The big man listened for long silent seconds and then turned back to me.
“Helicopter,” he said.
I sat up urgently. “Helicopter? Are you sure?”
Harrigan’s expression remained as impassive as a carved block of granite. “I’m sure.”MoreLess
“Helicopter,” he said.
I sat up urgently. “Helicopter? Are you sure?”
Harrigan’s expression remained as impassive as a carved block of granite. “I’m sure.”MoreLess
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