DRUMS OF WAR: A Dystopian Thriller Series (Broken Patriot Book 1) by Long Timothy W

Author:Long, Timothy W. [Long, Timothy W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-03-23T23:00:00+00:00

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They retired to the basement. Junior stayed with Jenny, promising to keep her entertained. He probably wanted to know what the adults were discussing but he also bore a haunted look. He had seen too much today. The massacre in the city, and now this.

Monica stood near the entryway and sipped one of the beers Andy had brought over. Budweiser wasn’t Bradley’s favorite but it was cold and bubbly. He hadn’t eaten in hours, and his stomach rumbled, but the thought of food wasn’t something he wanted to contemplate right now. If he ate a sandwich, it would probably be wasted when he had to rush to the toilet to throw up again.

Bradley had given Monica a short play by play while Chris sat in an old recliner and listened. Then he told Andy a brief play by play regarding the workplace shooting.

“I heard about that but didn’t realize it was you,” Andy said, sitting forward in an old wooden chair that Bradley had made in high school wood shop.

“Would have been all that people were talking about. Then we had a bunch of cities come under attack,” Bradley said. “Not that I want the attention. I just did what I had to do.”

“Those are false flags. I read about them on the burning times website,” Andy said.

“I don’t know where they got their information, but I’m telling you point blank, I was just in Chicago, and it was very real,” Bradley said. “People are very scared. Don’t believe everything you read.”

“It was paid actors. They had some photos showing some of them moving before the sheets were put over them. Just a bunch of local talent brought in to create a cover story. The president, God love him, is only concerned with power, pure and simple. This is how he’s going to take control. His numbers are in the dumpster and he’s going to be voted out. I’d like to say it’s a dick move, but maybe this is really what the country needs.”

“You’re an idiot,” a voice said from upstairs.

“That you, Junior?”

Brad Jr. Came down the stairs slowly. He had changed into some clean clothes. A black T-shirt with some band logo, of a group Bradley had never heard of, and a pair of jeans that only had a few holes. Bradley wasn’t sure if the pants had come like that or Junior had created the rips. His mop of hair was a ragged mass that hung around his face. He pushed it out of his eyes and stood at the bottom of the landing, eyes fixed on Andy.

“I’m an idiot?” Andy said and turned to look at Bradley for support.

“I was there,” Junior said.

“You don’t have to talk about it right now. Why don’t you go back upstairs and try to get some sleep.”

“No, Dad. I was there. I saw it, worse, I smelled it. I’ll never forget that reek. I’ll never forget all of those people falling with bullet holes in their bodies. Screaming in pain.

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