Finding A Future: A Zombie Apocalypse Love Story Novella by Mary Kate L

Author:Mary, Kate L.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Twisted Press, LLC
Published: 2019-09-10T00:00:00+00:00

Olivia

After returning the M9 and unused ammo I’d checked out, I retreated to my room, wanting to be alone. When I first saw Hector, I’d wanted to slap him, but the feeling had been wiped away pretty quickly by the pain mixed with relief swimming in his eyes. I was still plenty angry with him for butting in, but I now realized how selfish my actions had been. Not just leaving the compound, but everything I’d done since Sylvia’s death. Hector had loved my sister and she’d loved him, and before she died I’d been a part of that. As twins, our lives had always been thoroughly intertwined, and relationships had been no different. With the exception of when they went to bed at night, I’d been there for nearly every moment of their love story.

Then she died and I cut Hector off, cut him out of my life because it hurt too much to see him. I’d even told myself he would appreciate it—he couldn’t possibly want to see me when I must remind him so much of the person he’d lost—but I’d been fooling myself and I knew it.

Hector had watched my self-destructive behavior from the sidelines, had watched me go from bed to bed, had witnessed my self-loathing, and had seen me trying to punish myself. It must have hurt him so much to witness it, to know what it would have done to Sylvia.

Seeing the pain in Hector’s eyes today and knowing I’d been the one to cause it brought my selfishness into the spotlight. God, what a fool I’d been. We could have been using these past four months to comfort each other, but instead I’d pushed him away until I’d felt so secluded that suicide had seemed like the only reasonable answer.

I had to make it right.

Tomorrow, though. I hadn’t slept much the last two nights and at the moment I was exhausted, and Hector would be busy helping Greg get settled in. It wasn’t really his job, but Hector would feel responsible since he’d been the one to talk to Greg on the radio. I knew how he operated.

In the meantime, I would get some rest.

I stripped off my dirty clothes and tossed them into the corner before pulling fresh ones out of my dresser. The room was generic, with all the normal furniture a pre-apocalypse hotel room would have had. A dresser and king size bed with a nightstand on each side, and a small, uncomfortable couch that had been stained even before I’d moved in two years ago.

It was where I’d set my backpack, which I opened and dumped out now. The few contents toppled out, the pictures last, and I scooped them up. The one of Sylvia and me on the beach I set on the nightstand, the other on the dresser. It would be a peace offering for Hector. Hopefully, I hadn’t screwed up so much that he wouldn’t accept it.

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