HELL'S SUPER: a very short prologue

HELL'S SUPER has had some great reviews on Amazon, none of which, by the way, have I solicited.

For those of you who want to get a glimpse of HELL'S SUPER, which was just published nine days ago, here's the short 200 word prologue. Oh, the publisher has priced it at 99 cents, or 77 pence, basically the price of a pack of gum. I want readers more than money. I hope this price is below your pain threshold. :)
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Prologue

The rumble—a constant thrum thrum thrum of many feet pounding against flights of stairs—was not so distant now. The desperate and determined rhythm grew to an ear-splitting cacophony that threatened to overwhelm me.

I swallowed hard. Not long. Soon ten thousand Hellions would surge up the stairwell and trample me, if I couldn’t stop them. And then all Hell would break loose.

I considered my assets: one tool belt, two rolls of duct tape, and a bullhorn. Not much, all told. At least I had a plan, though it seemed pretty lame to me now.

One against an entire horde. Not good. I had never felt so alone, though that would change soon enough.

I could hear the voices of those below, some angry, some jubilant, others merely feral, howls and grunts that sounded as if they came from stampeding animals instead of rampaging humans.

This was not in my job description.

My nerves got the better of me, as the horde reached the landing immediately below. An index finger, slick with my own sweat, curled around the trigger of the bullhorn.

Maybe a bazooka would have been a better choice.