Tell Me When I'm Dead: A Dave Pulaski Thriller Audiobook

We didn’t encounter any more hostiles on the way back. Using radios, we alerted the command center about the injured guard. By the time we arrived, Holly was waiting for us with medical supplies…

Quigs was sullen all the next day, and Chavez relieved him to get some rest. But instead of sleeping, the guard holed up in the game room playing Call of Duty offline…

Like anyone, I was afraid of death. But what I feared more was what came after. Becoming a dragger, for instance, and harming the ones closest to me. Acting out of blind hunger and rage…

It was late August. Holly and I had been at the compound for six weeks. Since arriving, Chavez and his men replenished our provisions regularly. But now that he was MIA, we never heard from anyone in command…

We got a late start because Holly had insisted on giving Griffin and Kyle a big breakfast. Along with the bullpup, I had my axe…

A noxious gray cloud of greasy fumes hung over the property like a fog. Nearby, trees burned. A wide crater revealed the still-glowing remnants of the fuel tank…

I awoke after midnight, sore and cold. Nearby, Holly and Griffin lay curled up under the sleeping bag. Warnick was by the door, weapon in hand. Seeing I was awake, he signaled me to join him…

The rain had stopped as we reached the outskirts of town. Abandoned Black Dragon Humvees and LMTVs lined the wet dawn-lit streets amid scatterings of other wrecked vehicles…

Warnick street-raced to the next block and rounded the corner sharply, nearly tipping us over. My axe slid off the table, and the handle struck Landry on the head…

The guards escorted us to an employee training room. There were rows of tables with desktop computers and eighties-era keyboards and mice. All the monitors were shattered. When I saw the shell casings, I guessed our captors had used the screens for target practice…

If life had taught me anything, it was that people like Ormand Ferry were born evil. He pretended to be your friend while screwing your wife…

The double doors leading outside flew open, letting in blinding blue daylight. The crowd erupted in wild cheering and whistling. Over the din, there was another sound I never thought I would hear indoors. It was a death shriek…

Landry looked pale as we entered Happier Times. I had never seen him so frightened. Warnick and I had offered every pointer we could think of. It was up to him now…

I skated around the rink, holding Ram’s hand and trying to keep him from falling again. Except for the security guards, we were alone. As much as I appreciated the man who had generously taken us into his home, my mind was on Landry. Chavez had won…

I couldn’t eat. Though I was the most experienced on the ice, I knew in my soul Chavez would find a way to screw me. Last time, it had been eight draggers instead of six. What now—a horde?…

They dragged Missy to the center, and releasing her, ran like hell. A guard fell, and the others carried him out by the arms…

No one knew how many security guards there were in Tres Marias. Our group consisted of fewer than a hundred, and we spent the next few days cleaning up. This was the last place I wanted to be—I needed to find Holly and Griffin…

I had a plan of my own. After getting everyone settled in the Arkon building, I’d search for Holly and Griffin…

It was late when we arrived at the Arkon building. Nina and her daughter were asleep in the backseat. I joined the other guards to await instructions…

We counted on darkness to keep us safe. As we neared our destination, we ditched the Humvee. Then we headed out with our weapons and ammo…

I found a cubicle and sat in darkness, fighting my tears. Moonlight streamed through the windows, casting light on photos of a man and woman with their two small children…

Most people have no idea of the suffering the human body can endure. It defies reason. Ormand Ferry called it cleansing and appointed that paragon of patriotism, Travis Golightly, to administer it…

I thought I was immune to fear. But that brown-shoed devil scared the shit out of me. Without realizing it, though, he had given me insight into the limitations of his operation. He had no more idea what was happening in Tres Marias than I did…

Frantic banging and death shrieks awakened me. Outside, gunfire echoed in deadly bursts. Men shouted and women screamed, but it wasn’t a party…

I must have drifted off. When I opened my eyes, I saw the hospital across the street. The lights were on in the emergency room. The parking lot was crawling with draggers wandering among the abandoned cars and ambulances…