Alive by Andreas Christensen

Author:Andreas Christensen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: post apocalyptic, survivor, survival, disaster, catastrophe, dystopian, natural disaster, dying world
Publisher: Andreas Christensen

5.

I wake up. As I slowly regain consciousness, I'm expecting the cramps to knock me out again any second. But the cramps are gone. A distant voice says something I can't make out, but I recognize it's a woman's voice before I fade out again. The next time I wake, I notice the smell. A clean smell of soap and wood smoke. And a hint of something sweet. I open my eyes and find myself in a room with wooden walls, a lamp hanging on the wall over by the door. I'm in a bed. The mattress feels soft and cushy, and the blankets keep me warm even though the room itself is cool. The window is letting the light in. There's no one else in the room. I lay my head back on the soft pillow and let myself doze off again.

The third time I wake up to the smiling face of a woman, thin, gray hair and a twinkle in her hazel eyes.

"Welcome," she says. I open my mouth, to say thank you, but no sound escapes my lips. She notices, and scurries across the room.

"Oh my, you must be parched. Here, have some of this." She holds a cup of water up to my lips, and I spill at least as much as I swallow. It's so good, I forget myself, and arch my neck for more when it's empty. She laughs softly.

"I'll get some more in a minute," she says. She looks at me, and again I open my mouth.

"Th...thank you," I say, voice hoarse and throat sore. She smiles again.

"I'm Glenda Reyes. You've been out for a few days. Didn't think you'd make it," she says.

"Edward Walker," I say, lifting my hand to shake hers. Every physical movement feels heavy, but I'm not too weak to be polite. Now that I get a closer look at her, I guess Glenda must be almost seventy. From the way she moves though, she looks fit enough to take care of herself. And me as well, it seems.

Over the next couple of days, I slowly recover, and I get to know Glenda a little better. She tells me this was her parents' place once, and that she used to come out here often on retreats, back when she was a child. After they died though, she inherited it, even though she had no interest in it anymore. She worked as a sales woman for a pharmaceutical company back east, and had done quite well for herself, even though she never had time to find the man of her dreams. She never had time for this old run down place either. Still, she never sold it, and once she learned what was to come, she quit her job, spent her savings putting the cabin back into shape, and stocked it for the long haul. I look around, and nod my approval. Here is a woman who prepared, and made sure that if she survived impact day, she would survive the days to come.

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