Day 362 by Mark D. Campbell

Author:Mark D. Campbell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: apocalypse, post apocalyptic, end of the world, nuclear war, psychological horror, thriller horror, novels about emps, united states post apocalypse, washington dc apocalypse, white house bunker

DAY 24

Hagen sat on the edge of his cot looking worn and tired. His suit was stained with sweat and his hair was thick with oil. He kept staring down at his cracked Rolex, watching as the minutes turned into hours.

Lunchtime and dinnertime came and went, but nobody opened the door.

He was starving and his throat felt raw and swollen from thrust.

Exhausted and weak, he waited patiently for someone to come, but it was nearly one in the morning and evident that nobody was coming.

A single drop of water landed on the back of his neck, breaking him out of his trance.

Hagen sighed and looked around the room.

Everybody else in the room had apparently given up hope hours ago.

Yates made the mistake of passing out on the floor with the rats.

He was slouched against the wall with his chin tucked against his chest. His swollen hands were bruised and bloodied. A few rats were huddled around him and crawled on his shirt, taking a few opportunistic bites whenever they could.

Every time he was bitten, Yates would murmur in his sleep and weakly swat at the pests.

Rutherford was passed out on the cot across from the president’s.

He was lying on his back and snoring loudly.

Sewage water sporadically dripped down from the pipe above him, covering his shirt with grime and putrid filth.

Williams was sleeping on the cot next to Rutherford.

He was lying on his side and had the tattered green army blanket draped over his gigantic stomach. He kept his back turned on the president.

In the cot next to Williams, Harrington stayed awake part of the night with his pistol in his hand. He finally lay down around midnight and settled into an uneasy sleep.

The two secret service agents decided against sleeping on the wet, cold cement and shared a single cot. Both men looked terribly uncomfortable and constantly tossed and turned. They jarred awake at the slightest noise.

Hagen looked at his watch and saw that it was a little past one o’clock. He stared at his reflection in the face of the cracked Rolex.

He could hardly recognize the man staring back at him from that dirty glass.

He closed his eyes and looked away.

A woman gently wrapped her arms around him and startled him badly.

“It’s okay,” Jessica softly whispered in his ear. “Everything is going to be okay.…”

As Hagen turned to look at her, his eyes filled with tears.

She was wearing an elegant red dress that complimented her fair complexion and luxurious golden hair.

Her makeup was subtle, but radiant.

Her perfume smelled divine.

Hagen, nearly intoxicated by her scent, hugged her close and buried his face in the nape of her neck.

He squeezed her tightly.

“Jess … I miss you so much,” Hagen said, sobbing.

“Shh, shh,” Jessica said as she gently kissed the top of his head and ran her hands along his back. “I miss you too, but it’ll be okay. I’m here with you. I’m going to get you out of here.”

“How?” Hagen asked as he slowly lifted his head and looked up at her.

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