Fight the Darkness: A Post-Apocalyptic Survival Thriller (Constant Danger Book 1) by Ryan Westfield

Author:Ryan Westfield [Westfield, Ryan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-10T22:00:00+00:00

14

Meg

The situation had gone from bad to worse. And quickly.

Meg had thought she could fight back. She thought having a gun would give her an upper hand.

But she was wrong. Sorely wrong.

Before she’d known what was happening, the gun had been wrenched from her hands by hands and arms more powerful than her own.

Both she and her dad had been forcibly dragged from her truck.

It sat there not far from them, the engine still chugging along.

She and her dad sat more or less cross-legged, facing each other. Her dad, who wasn’t as flexible in his old age, had his legs splayed messily in front of him.

An unnamed man had them at gunpoint. The muzzle was aimed squarely at her own head. There was no mistaking his intention.

The other men stood nearby, conferring with each other in low voices, occasionally glancing over at Meg and her father.

Jim, the man her dad had vaguely known, was nowhere to be seen.

How could this be? How could it be that these were her father’s neighbors? And how did they think that this was helping the neighborhood?

“If Jim were here, I’m sure he’d understand,” called out her dad. He’d tried to keep up the faux-enthusiasm, but he was having trouble and his voice was faltering, giving out on him occasionally, breaking away into nothing but raspy honest tones. “This is all just a huge misunderstanding.... can’t we just go get Jim...? I mean, come on, fella, we’re just trying to leave the neighborhood.”

“We don’t want anyone leaving if they’re not supposed to,” said the man nearest to them, the one with the gun.

“Not supposed to? What are you talking about? We were just at my house. I’ve lived here for ... I don’t even know for how many years.... my daughter was conceived in this house ... maybe that’s too much information ... my wife died here ... well, in the hospital, but you get my drift.... how are you going to tell a man he can’t leave his own home and drive down the road? What authority do you have to say this?”

“This is the only authority I need,” snarled the man, glancing down at the gun.

The ground was extremely cold, not to mention hard. Meg was freezing. Despite how cold her dad always kept the house, she’d warmed up while gathering the food and packing the truck. She’d shed her warmest layers. Her jacket was in the truck. All she had on was a fairly thin flannel shirt.

She was shivering. Her teeth were chattering.

She felt the cold deep in her bones and she silently cursed Massachusetts, the western half in particular.

“There’s been some mistake,” her dad was still calling out. “We’re just going camping.... no point in detaining us.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Meg was watching the men. They’d broken from their little huddle and were now examining the truck, shining flashlights into the bed. They leaned in, underneath the camper shell. They seemed exceedingly interested in what was in the truck.

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