Dead Of Winter - A Post-Apocalyptic EMP Novel by K. M. Fawkes

Author:K. M. Fawkes [Fawkes, K. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-11-05T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

As they got deeper into the woods, Brad realized that he was actually grateful for the full backpack—even if it was presently digging into his shoulders with every step he took. At least it kept part of his upper body warm. Two layers, no matter how good they were, weren’t enough to keep the chill away, especially since it had begun to snow again.

The shelter of the trees would have kept the majority of it off of them if it had been like the first snowfall, but it wasn’t. The snow was thicker, heavier, and harder. He was actually pretty sure that there was some hail mixed in. The outskirts of the forest that they were in was no match for it, and he felt it sting his face and neck.

Brad turned to Martha and pulled the hood of his coat up, tightening it around her face. “Keep your head down,” he said, speaking more loudly than he wanted to so that she could hear him. “And stay as close to me as you can. Yell if you need to stop and make sure that I hear you.”

The girl nodded, pushing her hands down into the coat pockets and beginning to walk when he did. He hoped that he would be able to hear her if she spoke and reminded himself to check on her much more frequently than he would have checked on Sammy. She was just so damn quiet and the wind that had been increasing all day was now wailing through the trees that surrounded them.

That wasn’t the only source of noise, either. Ice splintered on the swaying branches above their heads and built up snow thudded to the ground all around them. There were the sharp snaps of limbs cracking, too. Luckily, they were in the distance, but he knew that it was simply luck that it wasn’t happening right next to them.

He glanced over his shoulder and saw that Martha was still behind him, walking close enough that his body shielded hers just a bit from the wind. At least, when it stayed consistent in one direction, which wasn’t often. She wasn’t moving as fast as he would have liked, but there was nothing he could do about that.

Darkness began to fall and, like the backpack, he was grateful for it even if it was inconvenient as hell. There was only a sliver of a moon to begin with, and with the storm, it couldn’t give any light. Although they had stumbled along the miles back home, he felt slightly better. Between the storm and the darkness, it would be extremely hard for them to be seen.

That thought had circled his mind since he’d entered the unfamiliar areas of the woods today. He poked at it once again, asking himself questions, trying to interrogate his intuition. Seen by who? What kind of person would be out here watching him in this weather? Or at all?

He couldn’t even answer those question in his own mind and it was frustrating.

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