Ragnarok Rising: The Awakening (Book One of The Ragnarok Rising Saga) (59 page)

“Come on you ugly pieces of shit!
Come and get me!”

I didn’t bother with controlled fire anymore.
I flipped the switch on my M-16 to full auto and cut loose into the crowd. Then the truly miraculous happened. The crowd of zombies turned and followed me towards the dock. I had done the impossible. I had gotten their attention off of the others. I felt like Sir Lancelot when he got his miracle. Now, I was trapped on the dock with more than a hundred zombies in close pursuit. There was no where for me to run to.

I could see the others out of the corner of my eye.
They were close enough that I could still hear them calling after me. I had to keep the zombies attention on me or they didn’t have a chance in hell of getting out of here. I was
NOT
going to let that happen. The realization hit me that there was no way I was getting off of that dock alive. If I was going to die anyway, then I was going to make it count. I just hoped that it would mean something. My death would mean nothing, if the others didn’t escape. I had to make it count.

“DAD!” screamed Elliott, starting to come after me.

Spec-4 had to grab him by the arm and stop him.

“No!” she shouted. “You can’t help him!”

“I won’t let him die!” he screamed, anguish in his voice.

As I was running down the dock towards the boat slips, a pair of
Sprinters
were about to overtake me. Just as they were reaching for me, Odin bounded out of the crowd of zombies and slammed into them at full speed. It’s amazing how much force a dog that big can generate when he hits something. Both the zombies and dog disappeared into the water and I didn’t see them resurface. Just as I had been willing to give my life for the people I loved, Odin had been willing to lay down his life for mine.

“I guess Odin’s going
to Valhalla with me,” I thought, tears stinging the corners of my eyes.

Spec-4 was screaming something, right then.
I’m not sure what it was, or even if it was words at all. Time seemed to slow down as I ran. I felt like I was watching it happen, not participating. Then it hit me, I could at least take some of the pressure off of them. Karen had just pushed Elliott into the back seat and climbed inside when Spec-4 dove into the front passenger seat. Then she scrambled into the turret, popping open the hatch.

She worked the bolt on the SAW and started to swing it around into firing position.
I couldn’t let her open fire, or she’d draw the zombies’ attention back on them. If they got swarmed, they’d never make it out. Just ahead of me, there was a large rack of propane tanks and a set of gas pumps for refilling the boats. Instantly, I got an idea. If I was going to die anyway, then I might as well take as many of these sons-of-bitches with me as I could. Before she could open fire, I slowed down and tossed a grenade into the propane tanks.

“I love you,” I whispered, glancing back at the people I cared most about in the world.

“GRENADE!” screamed Spec-4, and dove inside the vehicle and dropped the hatch.

The blast shook the dock so hard that I thought that it was going to flip over.
The blast knocked me to the ground and forced the air from my lungs. Before I could move, a second explosion shook it again. This one was even bigger than the first. The gas pumps had gone up, too. That wasn’t exactly one of my better ideas, I had to admit. I felt the explosion pick me up and toss me into the air like a rag-doll. I felt a searing hot pain in my legs and the back of my head. As the fireball roared around me, the flames enveloped me like the gossamer wings of a great fiery bird. I saw the sky above me and a thought ran through my head.

“I wonder if the Valkyries will come for me.”

It was the last conscious thought I had before the blackness took me.
I bought them enough time to escape, and that was enough. I knew Southard, John and Spec-4 would get them to safety. Even if I didn’t make it to Valhalla, I could rest easy knowing they made it out. I could go to whatever end knowing I had saved them. What more could I possibly as for?

At least I got my blaze of glory.

D.A. Roberts was born in the small town of Lebanon, Missouri. Growing up on the farm gave him plenty of opportunities to cultivate a fertile imagination. Encouraged by his mother, he dreamed of one day becoming a famous writer. An avid reader, D.A. enjoys reading more than watching television.

A diverse career path has given him a unique view of the world. From soldier to factory worker, from bouncer to lab technician, and from Security Officer to Corrections Officer.  Having worn many different hats evolves a very different perspective. He draws on all of these experiences to bring his writing to life on a very human level.

He married Annette in the summer of 1993 and has been happily married, ever since. Three teenage sons keep them both busy. Nathan, Nic and Noah are his pride and joy. They have an English Mastiff named Xander, who is a big part of their lives.

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Ragnarok Rising: The Reckoning

Ragnarok Rising: The Reckoning
picks up where
Ragnarok Rising: The Awakening
ends. In the roller-coaster events of book one, the survivors of the Nathanael County Sheriff’s Office dealt with hordes of undead as they tried to rescue comrades and other survivors. In order to save his family, Wylie Grant was willing to make the ultimate sacrifice.

He didn’t expect to survive the final events of
The Awakening
. When he finds himself alive and alone in zombie infested territory, he starts making his way back to the Nathanael County Jail. Through miles of dangerous ground, Wylie returns to find that nothing is as it was. Betrayal rocks the survivors as they are forced to fight against some of their own in order to pick up the pieces.

New faces as well as familiar ones join in the struggle to survive in the days that have come to be known as “The Reckoning.” Struggling with the loss of friends and loved ones, they must make some harsh decisions that will take them back into the fray among the living dead. Danger looms from every direction as each step they take brings them closer to destruction.

Wylie discovers that other survivors may be a bigger threat to their survival than the zombies ever were. Finding their lives in jeopardy, they must decide if they will find a new place away from the others or if they are willing to go to war with a group known only as the
Freemen.
In the darkest hour of the Zombie Apocalypse…there is a storm coming.

Who will survive
the Reckoning
?