Tales of Terror from Survivors (Zombie Apocalypse #3.5) Page 13
Oh well, he thought with a wicked grin. It’s just one more thing I guess I’ll have to atone for…
Dr. Richards stared down at her, lying on the ground as she began to bleed out, reaching out to him as if he could help her, not that he would even if he could have. A smile slowly spread across his lips. “Well, it looks like you won’t be needing credit for my cure after all,” he said quietly. While the others in the room scrambled to help her, he shook his head, knowing it was futile. She was a goner; she knew it and so did they. But she wasn’t going to go down without a fight, much like she’d done all her career.
He could see the harsh accusation in her eyes, and felt a rush of panic. What if the soldiers noticed and put two and two together? It was obvious to many of the higher ups in the building that he and Dr. Abbott didn’t get along. It wouldn’t take a genius to know something was up. What if he got caught? All of his work would be meaningless if he wasn’t around to be the one to finish it. Someone else might end up getting credit for his work after all, and it would be him that was reduced to nothing more than a trivia question, or perhaps a TV feature on history’s greatest monsters—like Charles Manson.
He clutched his folder to his chest, a glint in his eyes as he thought about the future. He may have destroyed the human race, but he was also going to save it. He had all of the tools necessary, and now he didn’t have anybody standing in his way, as long as he didn’t get caught now.
A dark thought crossed his mind unbidden. This cure won’t get you a free pass into heaven alone…
For the first time in his life, Dr. Richards feared that his beloved science wasn’t going to be enough to save him. What was he going to do? He’d just dirtied his slate even more than before. He didn’t believe in God and was sure he never would, but he wasn’t stupid enough to believe it was impossible He existed, just highly unlikely. On the off chance that He did exist, Dr. Richards needed a plan to spare his soul.
He stared down at the folder in his hands. DJ may have believed the cure would never completely absolve him, but it was the only chance Dr. Richards had. He was going to sink everything he had into this cure and hope that it would be enough in the end. If he could save the world, surely that would count for something, right? He thought back to all the things he’d ever read about religion—about the vast depictions of hell—and he felt a cold sweat break out across his forehead.
God help me…
The End.
Other Books by Samantha Hoffman:
The Arena Wars
War of Hearts (Arena Wars #2)
Consumed By War (Arena Wars #3)
Zombie Island (Zombie Apocalypse #1)
Zombie Country (Zombie Apocalypse #2)
Zombie World (Zombie Apocalypse #3)
The Awakening (Daray Hall #1)
The Protector (Daray Hall #2)
Dark Secrets (Dark Heritage #1)
Dark Revenge (Dark Heritage #2)
Dark Possession (Dark Heritage #3)
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