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    Dead Down Under
    Dead Down Under
    Dead Down Under
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    Dead Down Under

    By Eric S. Brown

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    In the wake of the demonic invasion of Earth and the zombie apocalypse, the battle of good vs. evil rages on. A group of heavily armed British Troops, led by a dark and mysterious man, arrives on the doorstep of humanity's last holdout of civilization in Australia. Are they the allies against the dead they claim to be, or do the British have their own plans for the fate of the Outback in this Lovecraftian inspired take on the zombie apocalypse.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEric S. Brown
    Release dateSep 26, 2013
    ISBN9781301514540
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      Book preview

      Dead Down Under - Eric S. Brown

      Dead Down Under

      A Military Science Fiction Novella

      Smashwords Edition

      By: Eric S. Brown

      * * * * *

      Dead Down Under

      Copyright © 2013 Eric S. Brown

      This book is protected under the copyright laws of the United States of America. Any reproduction or unauthorized use of the material or photographs contained herein is prohibited without the express written permission of the author or artist.

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

      Cover Art By: Jason Thacker and David Maynard

      Ebook Layout and Design By: Jason Thacker

      Visit Jason’s blog for book formatting information.

      http://jasonthacker.wordpress.com

      Table of Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      Chapter 18

      Chapter 19

      Chapter 20

      Chapter 21

      Epilogue

      Chapter 1

      Snow crunched under heavy boots as the squad made their way across the distance from the APC to the old church. The APC was top of the line and state of the art. Its thick armored walls could withstand anything up to anti-tank rockets and hold firm, yet it offered the men no protection against the monsters that controlled the former Soviet Union. Their bare hands could easily rend its metal and tear it open. The church was the squad’s only hope of surviving long enough to get a message home to Britain. Captain Stephens could see his own ragged breath in the bitter cold air as he led the charge for the shelter offered by the church. The four soldiers under his command followed him, their weapons held ready. Each of them carried the T1 mini-cannons that were now the standard issue to units deployed in the Soviet Union, Canada, or the Earth’s oceans. The mini-canons were designed for maximum damage and stopping power against a single target. The mini-cannons were next to useless against the dead however as they carried only five rounds per clip. If the dead came at you in force, you would be quickly overrun and torn to pieces. The dead didn’t have fear or care if you reduced the walking corpse next to them to a bloody stain on the ground. The dead were driven purely by hunger, and such things were above the level of thought they were capable of. They would keep right on coming until either you were dead too or every last one of them had a bullet in their brains.

      Captain Stephens and his men had seen very few of the dead on this mission. The cold climate slowed the corpses’ movement and sometimes even froze them solid into statue like parodies of the living, scattered over the mountain sides. No, it was the bats that concerned him. They were the real danger and they knew he and his men were here. They would be coming. None of his men would be allowed to live to see the dawn.

      As Stephens reached the church and his hand touched the knob of its front door, a fowl and black thing swept down from the gray, snow clouds above. Its wing span was over six feet wide and the claws on its human like hands gleamed in the pale starlight. The monster landed gracefully on two feet as its taloned toes sunk into the snow. Its leathery skin was as black as the night itself and its eyes glowed in the darkness. Stephens watched in horror as it bared its fangs and screeched in anger at his squad. Clark reacted fastest. The young officer swiped up his T1 and fired. The mini-cannon cut the night like a clap of thunder as it spat a high velocity, armor piercing round, the size of a bullet from an elephant gun at the creature. The bat demon took the blast full on in its chest. Despite the thing’s supernatural strength, it staggered as the round blew a gaping hole in it sending blood and fragments of its rib cage spraying into the cold breeze that swept across the valley. The shot bought the others of the squad time to move. Stephens shoved open the church’s door and flung himself inside as two more of his men, Jordon and Reece, hammered the monster with two more blasts. Jordon’s shot reduced the thing’s head to a fine red mist and Reece’s shattered what was left of its torso. They were all lucky that the Bat demons didn't regenerate like the vampires in the stories. Sure, they were tough bastards and they did heal insanely fast, but you didn't need to shove a stake through their hearts to kill them. You just needed to hurt them so bad they bled out or take their heads off.

      The miraculous victory was short lived. Another black form, shaped like a bat streaked out of the gray clouds to take the place of the monster they’d slain. A flick of its claws as it passed over the men sent Jordon and Reece sprawling. Jordon’s throat was slashed completely open and the top of Reece’s skull was simply gone. The snow was stained red from their blood as Bryson glanced over his shoulder, still on the move, to see the bat-thing land. It reached down with a massive hand and scooped up part of Reece's corpse, licking at the open wound which had

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