Action Adventure Fiction

[note: If you have never read Oasis before, it’s better to start at the beginning. Also, It looks like everything is just swell here on my new host. Let me know if you come across any problems.]

Exhaustion

I was breathing heavily by the time I made it to the third floor.

My legs were shaking, and I felt wobbly all over.

I had made a mistake. I had overestimated my condition.

I had barely made it up the stairs that morning. And that was with help. What made me think I could just sprint up them now?

I was too tired, too tired, too tired.

People might die if I don’t make it.

I pushed onward and upward.

The stairway seemed to push me back.

Down below I heard the door open.

They’re delivering the next load of ammo.

A flicker of hope sparked somewhere inside me.

I opened my mouth to (more…)

[note: If you are new to Oasis, please start with Chapter 1. It’s good to be back.]

Moving On Up

I stumbled back a step.

One of the two Samson had grabbed before lined up at his side.

A couple more deads pushed through the door. Their clothes were ripped to shreds and they had that horrible empty look in their eyes. They turned toward the stairs.

Samson raised a large black shotgun to his shoulder.

I jerked my hands up to cover my ears.

Samson fired.

The one on the right was hit in the chest and thrown backwards, colliding first with another dead and then falling to the ground.

The deads continued to press in.

I lost sight of the one Samson had shot, but I had the sinking feeling that it was still moving.

The man who had lined up next to Samson raised his own shotgun.

I don’t need to (more…)

[Note: If you’ve never read Oasis before, it’d make more sense to start with Chapter 1.]

A Failed Escape

Samson bolted for the door. “Where the hell did he… doesn’t matter.”

I jumped up and followed.

The crowd was dumbfounded, and all heads turned and watched Samson, hoping for some kind of instruction.

Samson reached the door and spun around. “Linda, do what you can to organize the evacuation. Get them to carry as much food as possible. We’ll move everybody down the south staircase to the parking garage if this goes bad. I’ll need five or six men who have experience with firearms to follow me.”

The room burst into commotion and I was glad to leave.

I hoped we could (more…)

[If you have never read Oasis before, you’ll probably be better off starting at the beginning.]

The Punch Heard ‘Round The Hotel

People tend to make bad decisions when they’re angry.

Or stressed.

Or tired.

Davis must have been all three, because his decision was terrible. I’m not sure exactly what he was hoping to accomplish by rushing Samson like that. All I know is that he did not get the outcome he wanted.

Davis hadn’t even placed his second foot on the platform when it happened. (more…)

[If this is your first encounter with Oasis, you should start at the beginning. And to answer the question from last chapter’s comments, my goal is to get chapters out on Fridays before 9 a.m. mountain time. It doesn’t always work out that way. Like today, for instance. I had to shovel snow again.]

Consequences

Who’s going to know?

Lily pushed closer and her lips brushed against mine. “Come on. We both want it.”

With everything else that’s happened, I deserve a little tenderness. I deserve a little…

She closed her enchanting eyes.

I took a deep breath.

She raised up on her toes.

(more…)

[If you are new to Oasis, start at the very beginning. (A very good place to start.)]

Difficult Choices

Linda gave me a look. “Why?”

“He’s been bitten. He’s infected.”

Linda turned and left the room.

I wondered how long ago he had been bitten, and how long he had until the virus claimed his life and endangered ours.

I walked over and felt his head.

It was warm, the fever just beginning to rise.

I knew it would soon get much worse.

Nathan turned his head and let out a small groan. He was exhausted from his injury, his infection, and the trip over.

I wondered how long he would (more…)

[note: Oasis started a long, long time ago. If you haven’t read it before, you should start with Chapter 1. In other news, I think it’s time I admit that I won’t be reaching my goal of finishing Oasis before the end of the year. There’s just too much pain left to heap upon poor ‘ol Corbin.]

Return to the Emergency Room

None of us were about to argue with the man, so we rushed past him and squeezed the cot into the stairwell.

He pulled the door shut behind us with a final-sounding clunk.

Dim light filled the stairwell from exterior windows on every other landing but the ground level.

The door to the ground floor was in shadow and barely visible. It had been barricaded with sandbags.

The man looked at me. “You have medical training?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“How is he?”

“I haven’t been able to really look him over yet. I’m not even exactly sure what happened.”

“OK. Let’s (more…)

[note: If you are new to Oasis, you should start with Chapter 1]

Breaking and Entering

Kevin pounded three or four times on the door. “It’s not supposed to be locked.”

The teenage girls gasped.

The middle aged man’s eyes went wide. “What do you mean, locked?”

Kevin continued pounding. “Open up!”

I turned and scanned the area. I didn’t see any deads, but I knew it was just a matter of time.

The woman was shaking. “W-what do we do now?”

The boy shook as well, “What if they come out now?”

The older man barked at the girls to (more…)

[note: If you haven’t read any Oasis before, you should start at the beginning. This chapter may be kind of raw, I haven’t read through it as much as I usually do. As always, I’m not offended by you pointing out typos and half sentences. Also, the following link is just so that I can claim my blog on technorati. Technorati Profile]

Rescue Operation

At least, I felt like I had seen those same shoes before. I just couldn’t remember where.

Plus, I hadn’t yet seen any of the deads running, so I decided he was probably uninfected.

I backed toward the approaching man and yelled at the deads again, hoping to get the attention of a couple more.

Six deads ignored me and continued beating on the ragged door. The two I had hit lay motionless on the ground. The other two continued their silent pursuit.

I heard the man in red shoes slow down as he got close.

I half turned so I could see him without losing sight of my pursuers.

We looked each other over for a moment, searching for signs of infection. (more…)

[note: Sorry about the lateness of this one. Today has been crazy. If you are new to Oasis, start with Chapter 1.]

Help And Red Shoes

The yelling got louder.

I knew they had to be close, so I slowed down and kept moving toward the sound. I still wasn’t sure why I was going or what I was going to do when I got there.

Three flares shot up into the air in rapid succession. They came from close by, probably just around to the other side of the block.

I hugged the brick wall of the insurance office on the corner and peeked around.

There was a row of stores, mostly antique dealerships and oriental rug shops, all of whose windows had been smashed. Nestled toward the center was a two-story apartment building.

Gathered around the front door of the apartment building was a mob of perhaps ten deads. They were pounding tirelessly at what was left of the front door.

I couldn’t be certain, but it appeared that there was at least one survivor on the other side trying to (more…)