Echoes of a Dying World (Book 3): A Dream of Tomorrow by Esquibel Don M

Author:Esquibel, Don M. [Esquibel, Don M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Post-Apocalyptic | Survival
Published: 2020-01-04T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15: (Morgan)

A dull ache has taken permanent residence behind my eyes. I feel it pulsing beneath my palms even as I try to rub it away. I’m as successful in the attempt as I am in catching the person who gave me it. Not very. Through the pain sits a weary mind, the past 24 hours leaving me mentally exhausted. It would be worth it if I felt we were making progress, but for all of our arguments and theories, we’re no closer to catching the mole than we were before they struck. I could have spoken with them face to face and would have no way of knowing. That’s what makes this so frustrating. It could literally be anyone. It could be a group of people. It’s like trying to find a needle in a haystack, only the needle is poisoned and everyone is afraid of being pricked. It shows only too well.

Since we found the body there has been panic. Fear. And though we have done our best to stem both, there is no erasing it. There’s not only mistrust between the different groups, but within them as well. The Animals may share a single characteristic in that they were all victims of Barr, but most share little else. I doubt a single one of them knows every face, every name. Even Owen has admitted he doesn’t know them all. But he does know many. If there’s one silver lining in this, it is him. I doubt we could have managed to keep this under control without his help. He is still prone to hateful looks when it comes to Frank, but he’s at least been willing to put it aside and work alongside him. It’s all I could ask for.

The whole situation is tenuous at best. The tension within the hotel taught as a piano wire. Already it has led to a handful of scraps. Thankfully, they were mainly harmless, escalating no farther than a few thrown punches and injuries no worse than minor cuts and bruises. I shudder to think of how quickly things could have gone south. If someone had reached for a gun, that could have been it for us. Even after all my talk for banding together, Barr might have undone it all without even getting his hands dirty.

Not for the first time, I feel the rage burrowed deep within me. I’ve felt it off and on for a while, but now it will not fade. All the better, I suppose. It reminds me not to let my guard down. Still, it’s unnerving. I brought my family here. I convinced them it was for the best. Now, I am not so sure. One could easily argue we would be better off far away from this place. But where would that leave us? If we leave, these people will be back under Barr’s control within days. I feel certain of that fact. For that reason alone we must stay. Barr cannot be allowed to reclaim his throne.

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