Grant Us Mercy_installment two by D. C. Little

Author:D. C. Little [Little, D. C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Post-Apocalyptic | Survival
Publisher: Little Publishing
Published: 2019-09-22T07:00:00+00:00

~7~

Kris lay in bed. The darkness cloaked them like a blanket, a thick, restricting blanket. Her husband’s snores drowned out Tucker’s raspy breathing. Should she wake him? Surely his snores were louder than Tucker’s coughing. She nudged him gently with no response. Several more attempts with the same result built up a panic in her. She elbowed him hard in the ribs.

Blake sat upright. She couldn’t see him, but heard his unmistakable abrupt movement.

“What happened? Are you okay? Is Tucker okay?” The fear in his whispered voice was palpable as she heard his hand rummaging in the blankets for their son’s chest.

“He’s fine. You were snoring. I feared it would alert them,” she whispered, doing her best to keep the fear from her own voice. A part of her felt guilty for waking him so roughly, especially when hearing his first concern was for her and their son.

“Was it really that loud?” he grumbled while situating himself, causing the mattress to move and shake.

“Yes,” she said simply.

Tucker groaned. She reached out a hand to settle him. They had resorted to giving him the medication at night so they all could get some sleep. Yet, she hadn’t been sleeping.

As her boys settled back into heavy breathing, her mind began to whirl again. She couldn’t show her emotions during the day. She had to be strong for her son and her husband. It was only at night that she could allow her emotions to release.

Tears wet her pillow as she stifled the sobs of fear, exhaustion, and a desperate need for mercy. She silently pleaded, prayed, and begged for her son to recover, for the people above to pass on, and for a way to survive what the world had succumbed to.

Blake’s words earlier that day had hit her hard. Hearing him state her fears out loud that this could be their new norm created wave after wave of terror within her. She tried to process how to survive, and yet she continued to wonder about things beyond survival, things that enhanced the quality of life.

Like, would her son ever get to play with another child? Without that socialization, what would he grow up to be like? Her thoughts continued to wondering what would happen if something happened to her and Blake. Tucker would be alone, with no one. A shiver ran through her body. Her heart ached for her son and what this life might mean for him.

Sometime later, spent and numb with exhaustion, she finally slipped into a fitful sleep.

~*~

Blake shot out of bed, adrenaline pumping through his veins, his body ready for the fight he knew waited for him. Yet, as he blinked his eyes to focus all he saw was the dark inside of the bunker and heard his wife coddling their son.

“Shh, it was just a nightmare. You’re safe.” Kris soothed.

Blake hit the battery powered light near their bed, illuminating the room in a soft amber glow. Nothing else moved, only his wife who shot a cursory glance to him before returning her attention to Tucker.

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