Getting Home: A Post-Apocalyptic EMP Survival Thriller (The EMP Book 7) by Ryan Westfield

Author:Ryan Westfield [Westfield, Ryan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-05-17T22:00:00+00:00

14

Janet

Somehow Janet had gotten away from the house. Somehow she hadn’t run into any more of the militia members. Somehow, she was still alive.

It didn’t make sense. She should be dead. She knew it intellectually, and she knew it in her body, deep in her bones that felt cold.

Her muscles ached and her head pounded with the worst headache she’d ever had. Her skin was covered in a cold sweat and her heart pounded in staccato intervals.

She should have lost hope, hope of killing Sarge. She should have taken this as an opportunity to just get away. She could start over somewhere new. She could get out into the woods and live by herself. She could hunt and gather, like her ancient ancestors.

No one got away from the militia. Not former members, at least. She was beyond lucky, and she should have taken the opportunity and run with it.

But she wasn’t going to do that.

She was going to find Sarge if it was the last thing she did.

She was sitting next to a small creek. The water flowed slowly around the rocks and pebbles.

It wasn’t yet dark out. She’d spent the day hiding in the reeds at the edge of a park, and when the sun had started to fall in the sky, she’d woken up and crawled to this creek not far away.

It might have been around four o’clock. But it was hard to tell without a watch.

Why hadn’t they found her as she slept?

Maybe it was just luck. Maybe she’d gotten far enough out of their way.

Or maybe they’d stopped looking for her. Maybe something else had come up.

A manhunt, after all, took a lot of resources. The militia was large, but not infinite.

She had no food with her. No supplies other than her weapons.

She had her knife, a long fixed-blade, her shotgun, and a handgun.

The shotgun lay beside her. It was fully loaded. Three shells. She picked it up and checked it again, just to make sure.

She had more shells with her. But for the handgun, she had nothing more than what was in it.

Her stomach was empty. But hunger wasn’t on her mind. It was just revenge. And nothing more.

She tried to slow her breathing in an attempt to clear her mind. She needed to think clearly if she was going to accomplish what she wanted to.

She needed a plan.

The way she saw it, she had two options. She’d get to Sarge and finish him. Right away.

If she waited around, if she delayed any longer, the hunger and fatigue would soon overcome her. She’d be too weak to continue fighting. If she took that route, she’d have to hole up somewhere for a few days and get some food, make preparations, make more elaborate plans.

What she wanted to do was simply rush off and fight. Right now. No more waiting. No more hesitating.

But she knew that wouldn’t work as well as a real plan. Rushing off now meant rushing off to die.

The fights from yesterday were still fresh in her mind.

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