Infected Freaks Volume Two: The Echo of Decay

By Jason Borrego

A FATHER CAN CLING TO HIS MORALS AND DIE, OR DO EVERYTHING IT TAKES TO SURVIVE!

INFECTED FREAKS VOLUME TWO: THE ECHO OF DECAY

Armageddon began the day Red Dead entered the solar system. Fear leads to blame, blame leads to choosing sides--and both sides have bombs. Civil War in America turned into a worldwide conflict, leaving the planet in a new dark age.

Nothing has stirred about in the ravaged mountains for two years. Abraham's heart is broken save the fading hope of bringing his lost children home. He sets out without a destination searching for signs of life--what he finds is something infected.

Living husks riddled in fungus and straight out of a nightmare threaten the region. No one knows if the infected freaks are some sort of zombie created in a lab or something alien related to the approaching red planet.

Where do you go when everything in the world is destroyed?
Who do you trust when each survivor is a wolf in sheepskin?
And how do you stop something you know so little about?

For Abraham Heinz, understanding that help isn't on the way is the first step in the long journey to finding peace in a world, so cold. Survival is going to take him beyond moral limits. Hell on Earth is here in Jason Borrego's survival horror adventure--INFECTED FREAKS.

VOLUME 2: THE ECHO OF DECAY
Abraham's nightmare has just begun...

After a narrow escape, Abraham Heinz and the rest of his group set out to find his missing family members. The hostile territory takes them to an old friend, hiding away in what is left of a crumbling mountain town.
Abraham finds his friend and is thankful for shelter from the infected freaks roaming the desolate landscape. However, he quickly discovers that his old friend has dangerous secrets.
Abraham must decide if the life of a stranger is worth trading for his missing family.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Borrego
• Release date: Nov 30, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311295903

Jason Borrego

Jason Borrego is author based in Denver, Colorado. He is leading the charge against hard-hitting political issues such as who would win in a fight—a pirate or a ninja. Please let him know on Facebook or Twitter.In addition, in these troubling times Jason aims to expose major cover ups such as dragons behind every major war, zombies boosting the coffee industry and the unicorns unionizing movement plaguing the nation.How is a lowly author supposed to focus? As an exhausted war veteran, a college grad with endless debt, a parent without a clue, and future knight of the round table—most will find his writing chronicles his own journeys and struggles in life. That should scare you!Are you still there?Great, you must be crazy too!Now we can share stories of fishing with Gollum in Mordor. Please join me on Facebook, Twitter, and visit my Website for all things bold, even though I feel italic.www.jasonborrego.comwww.jasonborrego.com/contests (FOR FREE STUFF)www.facebook.com/jasonborrego123https://twitter.com/JasonBorrego123www.youtube.com/user/jasonborrego123

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JASON BORREGO

INFECTED FREAKS

VOLUME 2

THE ECHO OF DECAY

Copyright

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Infected Freaks Volume Two: The Echo of Decay

Copyright © 2014 Jason Borrego

All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means –electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or another—except for brief quotations in printed reviews, without the prior written permission of the publisher.

Published by Broken Light Studios at Smashwords

First Edition: October 2014

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Table of Contents

Copy Right

Author’s Note

Prologue

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II

III

IV

V

VI

VII

VOLUME 3: THE RED TOWER PART 1

CORDYCEPS FUNGUS

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

OTHER BOOKS BY JASON BORREGO

CONTESTS

Author’s Note

INFECTED FREAKS isn’t your typical zombie apocalypse. The survival horror series brings to life the struggle of Abraham Heinz, his family, and the torment of a world facing extinction. The series, fused with emotion, will be delivered in a volume of novella-sized episodes that will make up a much larger tale of tragedy. Think of it as a favorite TV show or comic that will continue to build upon each breathtaking volume.

Dare to enter into the promise of heart-wrenching decisions? Make sure to leave the light on first.

Prologue

The dark stains of the diseased freaks reminded Emme that soon the colors of fall would grace the landscape in a blend of yellow, orange, and brown. It was gross and disgusting. The dying bodies reminded her of her nightmares. Still, Emme knew death was the process of life. Everything had to die to be reborn. She loved the fall and the memories of candy corn and cooler weather. But she hated the winter. The bite of the wind was hard to be brave against. Winter was still months away, but she knew it was coming.

Her drowsy eyes rotated between the rustling creatures stirring inside and outside of the big red barn. The second-story addition to the barn was the only thing keeping her alive. Her little heart beat double time as she regretted her choice to stay behind. She was surrounded by corpses covered in mold and buzzing like crazy. She didn’t understand what was happening. The men, she should have left with the men in yellow chemical suits. They tried to warn her about the coming horde. But she wasn’t leaving without her grandpa.

Emme sat perched near the large loft doors that sat wide open and gave her a second-story view of the neighboring acreage. A terrible breathlessness stung at her lungs. I don’t want to die. Some of the diseased faces were neighbors. Behind the decay, it was hard to recognize them. Death had come for most of the world. At least that’s what the men in yellow chemical suits said. Emme overheard the men talking to her Uncle Peter about something they called the cordyceps fungus. It sounded like a bunch of rubbish. The men insisted the entire mountain range was being evacuated. She didn’t believe them.

Sweat and dust stained her clothes and burned the cuts and scrapes on her body. Yet, it was the large bruise on her back that scared her. Those men in yellow tore her blouse trying to snatch her up, and the icy touch of gloved fingers seemed to burn into her flesh. I’m lucky I got away. She shook her head, understanding her thoughts didn’t make sense. Had the men caught her, she would have been safe with the rest of her family. Denver was where she believed they were going.

Something wasn’t right about the men in yellow. They were mean and pushy. Why would they be so cruel? And so she ran from the men and waited. It wasn’t long after that the first infected crept over the mountain and chased her to the barn. The men in yellow hadn’t left yet, and when they saw the rush of infected pour into the barn, they quickly chained the doors closed. They must have not seen me, Emme thought.

Across the way, she watched them post evacuation notices at the farm house. The men sprayed some sort of foam inside. She heard them telling Uncle Peter it killed the human scent that attracted the infected. Getting to the farm house meant a fresh change of clothing. If the foam worked, she could hide out in the house for a while. The thought of cleaning herself up left her plotting different ways to make it across the frightening space. But there was little to no hope of actually making it.

He’s coming. Grandpa Abraham is coming. How many times had she told herself that in the last hour? Was she trying to trick herself? Nobody was coming to save her. She needed to save herself. Her memory spun through the recollection of Grandma Beth calling her name, pleading for her to come with them. She heard one of the yellow men tell her grandma they would come back for her. Emme thought about screaming at that moment, but didn’t. She didn’t believe they were coming back. And now she remained trapped in the barn and running out of options.

The infected freaks sensed Emme. The men didn’t spray any of that foam on the barn. The only bit of luck was the fact that the infected couldn’t climb a ladder. The dead could smell her fresh blood or was it her tasty skin? Emme wasn’t sure. The only thing she knew for certain was that she was stuck. And if she didn’t figure out how to escape, she would die of starvation or something much worse. Emme shifted her focus to the shadowy tree line. He has to come back. The moans of the freaks sounded like a cross between a gurgling bell and a parent pleading with God for their lost child. She counted well over a dozen infected trapped inside the barn and just as many outside.

It wasn’t fair. Her family was gone. The feeling of being trapped dug its nasty claws into her mind. She listened to the monsters’ whimpers and groans for what must have been hours. It was as if the freaks were talking amongst themselves. It had to be. Of course, these nasty things didn’t make much sense. After a few seconds of listening, she was almost certain the creatures were singing a sad song. In her ears, she heard more than what her eyes saw. Emme could hear thousands of them.

Emme fought the suffocating thoughts of being trapped. Where are you, Grandpa? Abraham made several trips to the abandoned gas station up the road. He said he wanted answers to what was happening in the rest of the world. However, this was the first time he hadn’t come home. Emme was growing desperate. Thoughts of jumping out of the barn played in her mind. She looked down at the long drop. I won’t survive the fall. Rubbing her palms together, she stared back at the tree line. Seconds seemed to tick loudly in her head. I have to survive on my own. The truth of jumping from a second-story barn door into a pack of infected monsters ate at her guts. She looked to the left and then the right. Biting her lip she looked back down. You can do it.

Grandpa Abraham took her older brother with him to the gas station. She wished she would have gone with them. Her brother was a pain in the rear. Still, she wanted her brother, Hunter, with her, even if meant he bossed her around. Hunter would know what to do and how to do it. He was tough and made for this kind of world.

At that moment, something stole her attention. Something was coming over the ridge. She shot up and bought her feet to the edge of the wide-open, second-level loft doors. Whatever it was, it was coming quick and straight for the farm. Her imagination was running wild as she believed Grandpa Abraham had come to save the day. As the staggering shadows emerged, she realized it was only another gang of infected. Her heart sunk.

She studied the bloated corpses as they joined a few of the others at the sealed barn door right below her. The dead things moved along the timbers of the barn, trying to join the others locked inside.

It was difficult for a young girl to understand. The infected freaks appeared mutant and outlandish. The creatures still kind of looked like the people she used to know, yet she knew they weren’t human. They walked on two feet and were of a normal height and weight. But the way they walked, and the sounds that escaped from their mouths reminded her of zombies. But if she was going to get out of here, she had to do something. Grandpa would fight.

Pulling back a rebellious