Ever Onward

‘EVER ONWARD’

****************

by

W.Wm.Mee

Smashwords
Edition

Book I of the

'Ragnok
Series'

Number of words:
153,000

Copyright Wayne Wm. Mee 2011

A Short Synopsis of the
book.

An unstable soldier is served his
divorce papers. He seeks revenge on his wife by shooting her; not,
as might be expected, in their home or in the bed of her lover, but
at her place of work --- a top secret chemical warfare
lab.

As the bullets from his M-16 spill
blood and shatter bone, they shatter too the highly toxic vials of
a secret nerve gas --- a gas cunningly designed to kill only to
humans, chimpanzees and the greater apes. So deadly is this
'man-made plague', that, once released into the atmosphere and
carried by the winds, eighty percent of the world's population is
dead within a week.

'Ever
Onward'
is the story of the twenty percent that somehow
survive --- at least for a while. As the lights go out around the
planet, the rules of civilization soon become a thing of the past,
and those few that remain must fight to stay alive --- any way they
can.

Please
note
:

This is not a children's
book.

Mature language and actions are
depicted.

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Table
of Content

Chapter 1
- In the
Beginning

Chapter 2
- Heaven and
Earth

Chapter 3
- The Dark
Stranger

Chapter 4
- Death's
Shadow

Chapter 5
- A Sad
Awakening

Chapter 6
-
Pussbag

Chapter 7
-
Home

Chapter 8
- It
Begins

Chapter 9
- Rare
Blood

Chapter 10
- Be
Fruitful & Multiply

Chapter 11
- Shop
Till You Drop

Chapter 12
- Of Mice
and Men

Chapter 13
- In the
Nick of Time

Chapter 14
- Trouble
at the Trailhead

Chapter 15
- The
Climb

Chapter 16
- The
Spine of God

Chapter 17
- Showdown
at Witch's Head

Chapter
18
- A Leopard's Spots

Chapter
19
- The Silent Bard

Chapter
20
- The Lost Boys

Chapter
21
- The Old Man of the Sea

Chapter
22
- The Hall of the Fisher King

Chapter
23
- Necessary Force

Chapter
24
- Heart's Desire

Chapter
25
- One Arm

Chapter
26
- An Affair of Honour

Chapter
27
- The Texas Rangers

Chapter
28
- Home Is Where the Heart Is

Chapter
29
- Once More Unto the Breach

Chapter
30
- Pussy Power

Chapter
31
- Avalanche Pass

Chapter
32
- Tear Lake

Chap
ter 33
- Cat And Mouse

Chap
ter 34
- An Eye For An Eye

Chapter
35
- The Searchers

Chapter
36
- The Lion's Den

Chapter
37
- King Jocco

Chapter 38
-
Scar

Chapter 39
- Jocco's
Justice

Chapter 40
-
Desperadoes

Chapter 41
- One
Eye

Chapter 42
-
Overkill

Chapter 4
3
-
Vengeance

Chapter 44
- The
Captive

Chapter 45
- Trail's
End

Chapter 46
- A
Sporting Proposition

Chapter 47
- The Long
Run

Chapter 48
- Judgment
Day

Chapter 49
- Action
of the Tiger

Chapter 50
- Almost
There

Chapter 51
- Ever
Onward

Chapter 1
: IN THE
BEGINNING

Nellis Air Force Base,

Nevada June 21

Sergeant David Henderson felt like
shit. Gulping a ragged breath, he leaned against the wall of the
underground complex and squinted up at the bright lights, the M-16
clutched tightly to his chest. He’d had one
bitch
of a night
and the day didn’t look to be any better. To add insult to injury,
the booze was wearing off and the fucking pills he’d taken hadn’t
kicked in yet!

The M-16 trembled in his hands.
Caressing it lovingly, he thought of his soon to be his EX wife,
thought how he’d love to shove the barrel down her big mouth and
empty the clip.
THAT
would shut her the fuck up once and for
all! Always nagging him about his drinking, his gambling and his
‘other women’.

That last part struck him as funny.
Booze and cards there’d been aplenty; but no other women. As far as
Sergeant David Henderson was concerned, one nagging female was one
fucking too many!

Not that he was any limp-wristed
faggot!
Christ no!
His red-necked father had hated faggots
and had gleefully passed on the feeling to his budding red-necked
son. Lawyers too! Hell yes! Henderson’s sweating face smiled coldly
as he dwelt on those bygone days of yore. Oh my, how his Old Man
had
dearly hated
lawyers. Chased them off the farm with a
shotgun when they’d come with the eviction notice!

‘Like the little prick that tried to
serve me my divorce papers!’ Henderson muttered to himself. A cruel
sneer crossed his haggard face. He’d beaten the shit out of the
little queer and lost his field commission because of it. The brass
had shuffled him off to a desk job, where he now sat shuffling
goddamned computer printouts back and forth for a bunch of
over-the-hill, lawyer-loving, ass-kissers! What kind of job was
that for a fighting man?!

Then he’d met Willard Larsh in a seedy
watering hole on the outskirts of Bakersfield. Willard was one of
those egg-head civilian types working on some top-secret project at
the base. Henderson thought at first that he was just another
computer-geek faggot on the make, but Willard had surprised him.
Half way through a bottle of scotch, Henderson found out that Wee
Willie Larsh was scared. Not just scared of loosing his
job/wife/kids/manhood scared, but REALLY scared! The kind of scared
that leaves a fella wide awake in the middle of the night with his
heart pounding, his throat dry and his shorts moist in the
rear.

Some strange shit was going down back
on the base. Some REALLY strange shit! When pressed, Willy-boy
would only say that ‘it’ was all wrong, and that some bitch named
Estelle wouldn’t listen to him. Henderson could sure as hell relate
to that.

They’d met several times since, mostly
at the same seedy strip-bar. Since Henderson’s wife had already
moved out and Wee Willie always paid for the booze, Henderson was
more than content to humor the little four-eyed runt. Yet as the
hours slid by, listening to Willie ‘wine on’ while watching Suzy
Rottencrotch bump n’ grind her way around the tiny stage, Sergeant
David Henderson slowly began to get the ‘Big Picture’.

The brass, so sayeth Wee-Willy, were
secretly working on a new type of nerve gas. Not just your average
‘wipe out the whole fucking village’ kind, but one ball-busting,
cock-sucking GIANT kind! An honest ta Gawd ‘weapon of
muther-fucking mass destruction!’

‘Agent C.D.’ was its code name. The
letters stood for Crystallized Deterrent. When Henderson had asked
what the fuck that meant, Wee Willie had grinned slyly and said:
‘Completely Demented.’ He’d gone on to explain how this new gas
would make old soldiers like Henderson about as useful as tits on a
nun. Grunts like the sarge would be looked on as dinosaurs. The
‘soldier of the future’, according to a three sheets to the wind
Willy, would be ‘some skinny assed kid in a spacesuit, high on
drugs, a face full of zits and a squirt gun filled with
C.D.’

Henderson had
not
been a happy
camper!

First the faggot lawyers had taken his
wife, his money, his pride: and now they were after his goddamned
job! Well, he sure the fuck knew how to put a stop to THAT right
quick! When Wee Willie asked what he had meant, it had been
Henderson’s turn to clam up.

That had been almost a week ago. Since
then the old sarge had been a very busy boy. Now at last he was
ready. Hell yes! Was he ever!

Feeling like his daddy must have as
he’d waited on the farm, shotgun in hand, for the lawyers to serve
the eviction papers, Sergeant David Henderson thumbed off the
safety on his M-16 and stepped out into the hall. Corporal Phil
Lavin was on guard duty at the far end. Henderson knew Lavin from
way back. They weren’t real close, but they’d downed more than a
few Ginger Ales together. Only a week ago they had played in the
same poker game. As usual, Henderson had gotten plastered and
started a fight just for the hell of it, thus living up to his
nickname: ‘Deadly Dave’.