Fierce Fighter: A Post Apocalyptic Survival Adventure (Drastic Times Book 1) by R. A. Rock

Author:R. A. Rock [Rock, R. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Windy Point Publishing
Published: 2018-01-07T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAD

I stared up at the slats with plywood on top that made up the bed above me and counted the knots in the wood. I was lying on one of the bunkbeds in Matt and Nessa’s guest house, feeling sorry for myself.

It was evening and we had only just returned from not rescuing Zoe. I hadn’t gone to find any of my friends because I didn’t want to see anyone and have to tell them that I had failed.

Matt and Nessa and everyone had been counting on me.

And I had failed.

Breaking Zoe out of the prison camp was a complete fiasco. And I felt like it was my fault. Everything seemed to be my fault these days. I was nothing but a complete fuck-up. But I had to keep pushing through. My team was depending on me. And now Matt and Nessa were depending on me, too, to help get Zoe back.

And me? What was I doing? Nothing but letting everyone down.

I thought about how I would feel right now if they had gone to get Gracie and had come back without her. After they had promised to get her back. I would probably be angry that things hadn’t gone as planned. I would probably blame them for not getting her back.

But there was no curling up into a ball and hiding out or just going and living in a cave or something for me. I had responsibilities. I had people who depended on me. I had to get up from this bunk bed and go to the main house for supper. I didn’t have a choice.

But I didn’t fucking want to.

I turned on to my stomach and groaned into my pillow.

At that moment, someone came into the guest house.

“Chad. You’re back.”

It was Yumi.

Great. Just who I wanted to talk to when I was wallowing in self-pity. I needed to project confidence. Show her I didn’t care what she thought of me. But I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.

“Yeah, the failure returns.”

“You didn’t get Zoe?” she said, her voice soft. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” I said, sitting up and narrowly missing hitting my head on the top bunk. I stood to face her. “You’re sorry?”

“Yeah.”

“Bullshit. You’re gloating. I can feel it. I’m not only a Telepath, I’m an Empath, too. Remember?”

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

“I’m not gloating, Chad.”

I explained what we had done and what had gone wrong and I saw the expressions flitting across her face.

“You are gloating,” I accused her. “You would have known exactly what to do, wouldn’t you?”

“Maybe,” she said. “But we could have used you on the other mission, too. It was a disaster.”

“A disaster but you accomplished the mission.”

“Yes, but…”

“But nothing. You were right. We should have waited. We should have all gone on both missions. Then ours wouldn’t have been such a clusterfuck.”

“Chad,” she looked surprised at the derision in my voice — directed at myself, of course. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on,” I said, dropping down onto one of the single beds with no upper bunk.

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