Living Death 2: No Escape (Horror, Zombie Apocalypse, Drama, Sequel)

By Kent Reaper

Left for dead and back by (some) popular demand, the rounds in Kenneth's revolver are terribly empty as he puts the muzzle to his head. He stares at the zombies coming straight for him on the roof as the helicopter carrying the man who crippled him sails off into the horizon. This is it. Not an easy death by suicide but one borne of suffering as the zombies are about to rip his guts out. But Kenneth isn't one to give up on killing himself so easily. He rolls himself over the edge, expecting his brains to turn into a Jackson Pollock painting on the concrete parking lot down below. But as he lands with a bounce, he's saved by a suicide net fixed on the second floor... and given a new lease of life.

He's on a mission to find Jenny, the one and only person who's cared about him throughout the medical school that he dropped out of. And when he encounters a ragtag bunch of survivors, each complete with their own pasts and grudges, can he unite them towards the common goal of survival?

Faced with betrayal, hopelessness, helplessness, complications, violence, blood and gore, Kenneth must fight the best he can with what limited means he has. For the sake of Jenny, for the sake of himself, he must fight and survive in this undead world, even if there is no escape.

[This tale is a sequel to free novelette, Living Death: Deliverance.]

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kent Reaper
• Release date: Mar 1, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301375455

Kent Reaper

Kent Reaper loves thrillers, horror and above all, good stories. When he's not putting characters through more trials and tribulations for your entertainment, he's going to college, producing music and always on the lookout for his next inspiration!

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Living Death 2: No Escape

By

Kent Reaper

SMASHWORDS EDITION

Copyright © 2013 by Kent Reaper

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Left for dead and back by (some) popular demand, the rounds in Kenneth's revolver are terribly empty as he puts the muzzle to his head. He stares at the zombies coming straight for him on the roof as the helicopter carrying the man who crippled him sails off into the horizon. This is it. Not an easy death by suicide but one borne of suffering as the zombies are about to rip his guts out. But Kenneth isn't one to give up on killing himself so easily. He rolls himself over the edge, expecting his brains to turn into a Jackson Pollock painting on the concrete parking lot down below. But as he lands with a bounce, he's saved by a suicide net fixed on the second floor… and given a new lease of life.

He's on a mission to find Jenny, the one and only person who's cared about him throughout the medical school that he dropped out of. And when he encounters a ragtag bunch of survivors, each complete with their own pasts and grudges, can he unite them towards the common goal of survival?

Faced with betrayal, hopelessness, helplessness, complications, violence, blood and gore, Kenneth must fight the best he can with what limited means he has. For the sake of Jenny, for the sake of himself, he must fight and survive in this undead world, even if there is no escape.

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Missed out on the first part to this series? Then read Living Death: Deliverance for free right here!

In the midst of a zombie apocalypse, a medical school dropout must choose between going after who he loves and doing what is right.

Kenneth Cook, a medical school dropout with a terrible mistake that haunts him to this day, walks the corridors of the hospital, pretending he still has his life on track, pretending he's still working with Jenny, a fellow intern that he's been crushing on since forever. But none of that matters the minute the dead start attacking the living. With his world falling apart and the hospital in complete chaos, his life is saved by a man desperate for someone to help deliver his pregnant wife's baby. Will Kenneth reconcile with his past to pick up his doctor's coat once more and save the vulnerable or abandon a family to certain death as he ignores their plight, choosing to find Jenny and escape instead?

Table of Contents:

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

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Eight

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Click.

Kenneth fought against the fleeting moment of surprise as he pressed the barrel of the revolver against the side of his head. With his entire body tense, it took him a mere second of desperation to summon all his courage to pull on that trigger once more.

Better a death by suicide than to be eaten alive by those… things, right?

Click.

Kenneth opened his eyes. The sea of infected people shambling towards him with an enthusiasm reserved for war-weary soldiers coming back home couldn't be more than a hundred yards away.

Dare he think of the completely unexpected? Kenneth looked at his revolver, and brought it to his head for the third time.

Click. Click. Click.

Fuck! Kenneth groaned. You have gotta be fucking kidding me.

The moans for his living, breathing flesh terrified every cell in his body. He tried his best to shift himself backwards, away from the undead mob lusting for him but with his leg crippled with local anesthesia, Kenneth simply couldn't go far. Hell, he could hardly go at all.

He looked around, his eyes darting about frantically, grasping out for a glimmer of hope whilst trying his best to ignore the horde of death staring him in the face. Their moans drowned out the curses he muttered under his breath.

The revolver left Kenneth's hand and sailed through the air. It bounced off one of the uglier zombies in the head and slid back onto the weathered concrete in front of him. Kenneth watched the creature stop dead in its tracks and unleash a taunting moan before resuming its slow, lumbering gait.

Kenneth looked up, watching the helicopter a world away, a mere dot in the sky now as it disappeared beyond the horizon. If Adam didn't jab him and cripple his walking minutes earlier, maybe he could have attempted a death defying leap to the next building. Sure, it did look far, but it was a chance Kenneth would have had no choice but to take.

Now, the best he could do would be to somehow drag himself towards the edge of the roof and fling himself over.

Fuck it, it really is over.

Kenneth's hand balled up into a tight fist before slamming it onto the dusty, weathered concrete floor in blind anger. How could things have turned out like this? He wondered in futility as he dragged himself towards the edge. Seconds ago he was prepared to end it all. But now that he had lost his resolve, he was going to have to suffer a more painful death.

It just isn't fair.

The fastest of the horde were mere feet away from him. One lunged, another pounced, and the rest fell over each other as they attempted to engulf Kenneth in their mass of putrid, writhing bodies.

But Kenneth was faster than all of them.

With the last of his strength Kenneth twisted his upper body and managed to roll himself over the edge.

The rush of wind hugged Kenneth tightly, its howl drowning everything else out. Exhilarating as it was, Kenneth knew that all wild rides had to come to an end. Pity this would be his last. He thought of his hopes and dreams, his estranged parents, Jenny.

He didn't feel the impact. But as Kenneth opened his eyes, he was greeted by the clear blue sky that was only marred by the shadow of falling, living corpses following him off the edge.

Am… am I dead?

Kenneth looked to the side, finding himself still a whole floor above the ground. The mesh of nylon netting that cushioned him felt like a bed of uncomfortable tentacles hugging him tightly as he fought to get his senses back.

He slapped himself right across the cheek, hard, just to make sure he wasn't dead. Nope, he wasn't, the stinging pain sure didn't seem like something he would find in heaven.

Kenneth struggled to get up, but his leg was still fast asleep. He looked around before a badly needed explanation finally formed in his mind.

A little known state legislation triggered by an isolated suicide had forced hospitals that treated mental patients to build suicide nets that surrounded nearly every building on its campus - just in case - a repeat of tragic, but soon forgotten, events happened again.