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The Horror Squad 3: The Horror Squad, #3
The Horror Squad 3: The Horror Squad, #3
The Horror Squad 3: The Horror Squad, #3
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WARNING: STRONG LANGUAGE & VIOLENCE!

Normal consumption of alcohol occurs during the zombie apocalypse with The Horror Squad, but now they are heading in the most unconventional places to acquire normalcy back at the base and fill the last request of a sick member. How many will be lost, how many will be saved and who will survive?

Loki and I: PLAGUED teaser included.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherTJ Weeks
Release dateDec 27, 2017
ISBN9781386216377
The Horror Squad 3: The Horror Squad, #3

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    The Horror Squad 3 - TJ Weeks

    This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

    The Horror Squad. Copyright © 2016 by TJ Weeks. All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. For information, email authortjweeks@gmail.com

    Weeks, TJ

    The Horror Squad/TJ Weeks. - 1st ed.

    Title ID:  6149662

    ISBN-13:  978-1530619092

    First Edition: February 2016

    Acknowledgments

    I’d like to take the time to thank Karen Dziegiel for all of her hard work going through each of my books. My wife for all her editing and support. Chelley Jordan and Bobbi Payton for so awesomely helping with running my pages. I’d like to thank all of my military buddies for staying by my side with their support.

    Most of all, I’d like to thank all of my fans for pushing my work out there. If it wasn’t for you none of my books would have been put on the best sellers list on Amazon and I wouldn’t be up for as many awards as I get put in for.

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    PROLOGUE

    STEVEN SLOWLY dozed off from the weakness of lack of food, water and loss of blood.

    The blurriness took over his sight. Steven ran his arm across his face trying to gain better sight, but his sight was still blurry. He could not see where he was going; he stuck his hands out in front of him and began walking. Steven noticed quickly that it was painful to move one of his arms and one of his legs. He limped a bit as he walked even though he could not see. He ran into something, side stepped it and continued walking.

    He could feel hunger coming on and really needed something to eat, but he wasn’t craving anything that was in his room. He was craving what he smelled, which was a live human. Steven walked to the small mirror that he remembered he had found and hung in his classroom.

    Again a different reflection mirrored back at him as it had before during the dream of his birthday. His moustache was still gray and his hair was partly slicked back, the other part hung in his face. He tried to lift his arm to make himself look presentable, but could not control his extremities. Steven quickly gave up after a few tries. He walked to the door and in his mind, he was trying to reach out to grab the door knob but the back of his hand slammed against it. He was unable to grasp anything. He could not control himself to do what he wanted.

    Steven backed away from the door and peered down at himself to see that he had lost control of his bladder and it had ran down his pants leg and had stained his jeans like it had been there for months. Steven’s button down shirt laid open and exposed his concaved chest and showed two ribs poking through. Blood had streamed down and mixed in with the urine to make it brownish orange in color. He stared at his hand trying to will it to work and noticed that his fingers had all been pushed sideways and laid on the side of his hand which he thought explained why he was unable to function to open a door or fix his hair.

    Steven walked forward again and ran into the door hoping that someone would hear the noise he was making and help him. How they were going to help, he was not sure, but he needed help with something. 

    He fell backwards after hitting the door with his body and landed on his ass and rolled. As he gained his balance, apparently he had lost control of his bowel movements as well, because it had squished out of his wrangler jeans and was all over the floor. He was able to feel the wetness on the back of his pants and tried to reach behind him to wipe with his hand so that he would not be embarrassed when someone found him.

    Steven tried to open his mouth to yell for someone to help and all that came out was a groan that scared him. He jumped back at his own noise.

    I’m a rotter? He thought to himself. Rotters can’t think.

    Steven limped back to the mirror and his face swayed back and forth in front of it as he tried to keep his balance. He had started turning the dirty color of a rotter. It was then that he noticed the ribs that stuck out were not causing him much pain and his hand had gone numb as well. He was able to move the nub that was on the other side of his body, but only in a circle motion and it was exposed and out of the sling.

    I am turning right now! He thought.

    His groans got a bit louder and he was unable to control the clanking of his jaw ringing throughout his ears.

    Now he hoped that no one came into his room. Would he eat them, would he be able to contain himself and not take charge on his friends and make them rotters as well?

    The door to his classroom flew open and Gizmo and TJ appeared in the doorway. Steven stared at them and limped towards them.

    Are you fucking kidding me? You’re a rotter? TJ questioned out loud.

    Steven groaned trying to get them to close the door and leave, but they decided to enter his room. The two laughed at Steven’s ribs poking through his chest and the urine and feces covering his bottom half. Steven walked towards them and Gizmo placed a hand on his forehead and pushed back hard to make him fall.

    How the fuck did you become rotter stupid ass? TJ asked, as if he was going to answer.

    Steven fell and a pop sounded throughout the room. His ankle had buckled under him and the bone was now showing through his skin as he pulled it out from under him to try and stand but failed.

    Hell, don’t try and get up, we will have to take you out. TJ stated to Steven stuck on the floor as a rotter.

    This has to be a nightmare! Steven thought.

    Steven closed his eyes as he had before and tried to make himself wake up. He opened his eyes to Gizmo and TJ standing over him.

    So what the hell do we do with him now? Gizmo asked.

    Well, I hate to kill the asshole, we served together and have been friends for years, but if he was stupid enough to get turned to a rotter then so be it right? TJ questioned out loud.

    Steven waved his arms at the two, hoping that they would realize that he really wasn’t a rotter.

    Let’s fuck with him a little bit. Gizmo laughed.

    Steven was unable to control himself and began biting the air each time they got close. TJ and Gizmo laughed at his moustache bouncing up and down as he bit the air like a dog trying to catch a fly. They would step forward and then back just to watch him chomp down onto nothing.

    Each chomp of the air he took;

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