American Infection (Book 2) by Justin Smith Page A

Empty.
    Down the stairs, crossing the family room towards the kitchen headed to the other stairs leading to the first floor, I noticed a note on the refrigerator. I briefly stopped in my tracks before continuing on. I pulled the note from the magnet and read.
    "Dear Jason, Evacuated by army. Headed to a survivor camp near Pittsburgh. We love you."
    Fuck.
    Just as I began to consider the route west, I heard a scream followed by gun shots. I ran outside and looked down over the deck railing. A pick‐up truck was parked at the end of the driveway. The rear cargo doors on the van were open and two men stood on either side, each wearing camo but not military, more like the stuff hunters wear. I raised my rifle and shouted, just as a third man emerged from the back of the van, his arm wrapped around Sarah's neck and a revolver held to her temple.
    The two other men spun and aimed their shotguns in my direction.
    Double fuck.

    The End

FURTHER INFORMATION
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    All characters and events in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to real persons or events is purely coincidental.
    Copyright © 2015 Justin Smith