Dead Is All You Get: A Dave Pulaski Thriller Audiobook

Music and credits.

It was that guy—the explorer—with the Oxford shirt, skinny jeans, and Tiger shoes. He was the one I worried about because he was wearing Google Glass…

The horde came from the east, driving us deeper into the forest. Warnick went ahead through the fog, his face grim, like the keynote speaker at a mortician’s convention…

We saw them in the sketchy patches of sunlight that broke through the trees. Hundreds. Lurching and ravenous, they moved like blood-soaked puppets on guy wires…

The horde descended like a swarm of locusts. Griffin, Holly, and I sprinted ahead. Warnick and Springer remained behind, covering us with a line of suppressive fire…

We flew over residential streets where draggers wandered like hungry ghosts in a perpetual twilight of damnation…

After the exams, we walked over to the administration building, where the gray-haired man who had rescued us waited with Warnick and Springer…

Pederman closed the door and sat at the principal’s desk. “Have a seat,” he said…

Holly and I were anxious to learn what happened at the Arkon building. And when Warnick and Springer returned, we ambushed them as they hurried to the administration building…

Evie interviewed a physician assistant outside an MMU, her notebook in hand. I almost didn’t recognize her…

We sat there, stunned. Holly moved closer to me, as if the words Evie uttered had the power to harm us. The reporter gave us a minute…

Thoughts of Jim and his dog swirled in my head. It couldn’t have been a coincidence that Creasy was on that lonely highway…

hammer to the side of my head would have been less jarring. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I don’t usually weave—unless I’m drunk—but I tilted back as Holly reached for my arm…

For as long as I had known Warnick, I couldn’t recall a single time when he raised his voice to me. Holly and I stood like statues in a park…

Alone, I waited near the entrance to the maintenance shed. I’d forgotten a jacket and shivered in the cold October wind. Shadows played along the walls. I imagined draggers coming for me out of the darkness…

Dressed for work, I fastened the last button on my shirt. Holly stood in the tiny bathroom, arranging her hair in a military bun as Greta sat in the doorway, fascinated…

After lunch, Holly and I returned to Pederman’s office. We found him chatting with a fiftyish-looking woman who wore a gray suit and black high heels…

Holly and I spent the afternoon doing target practice, followed by a CrossFit workout in a weight training room just off the gym. The session nearly killed me, considering my bad shoulder and leg…

We found Griffin sitting on our trailer steps with the young Latino guard she had played cards with the day we arrived. He was a good-looking kid—bigger than I remembered. I noticed he didn’t carry a gun…

The news was all over the campus—Evie Champagne was dead. Warnick showed up at our trailer, looking sleep deprived. Inside, he laid into me…

Instead of returning to the command center, we decided to hang out in the cafeteria till Isaac completed the autopsy…

A tall African American woman showed up at our door. She was in her late twenties and wore a perfectly pressed uniform…

Blocking the entrance, Creasy glowered at his colleagues. “You’re trespassing,” he said to us…

Creasy lay on a bed in the building’s sleeping quarters with a bandaged head. His breathing sounded like a toy train whistle. Judith rolled up his sleeve, revealing a lost highway of black needle marks…

Holly and I had neglected to tell Warnick about the outbreak in that little Guatemalan village. And as he glowered at me, I wished we had…